June 27, 2002
Pride, etc.
I keep forgetting that this weekend is Pride in San Francisco. I was at the airport picking RJ up from his trip to NJ, and the place was packed at 10 p.m.! I didn't know what it was all about, and I certainly hope it wasn't all for the parade. Fear of that. I have only been to one parade, and that one was ten years ago. I sure do like it when they shut down the Castro the night before the parade for a block party to end all block parties, but I can't muster up the whatever it would take to stand out on Market Street with everyone else watching floats of scantily clad men drive by. I know, I remember it being a free-for-all, but I was 21, and that stuff happens.
It looks like another trip to LA. This time for my birthday! How exciting, I know. I can't wait. I'm going to drive down and spend a few days with Ken since he's going to be down there anyway. So, finally, I'll get to take him up on his offer, like four years later, hello. And maybe this time I'll get to see LA the way it was meant to be seen.
That's all. I have been warned that Fourth of July weekend will be another crash-and-burn weekend at Rancho Relaxo. Just be sure to stock plenty of vodka and orange juice, please. And potstickers. I love eating potstickers when I'm drunk. It can get kinda messy, if I'm not careful, but they're so good.
See my new phone? Isn't it just adorable? I think so.
