Pride

Pride weekend is upon us here in the Minni-Apple.  I wish I had plans, but I don’t. It’s mostly going to pass much like any other weekend for me. 

I was supposed to go to a piece kickoff BBQ on Friday after work, but the host came down with strep so that got cancelled. So I worked out instead. 

The gym was dead, of course. 

As I rode my to the gyms and home again, I passed a couple gay bars. Big tents set up, lots of folks drinking and carousing. 

I suppose I could have stopped– but I’m really not a bar person. And even less of a stuffed to the gills bar person. And I guess I think pride should be about more than a hangover. 

I may do the parade tomorrow. We’ll see. I’m not going to march with the chorus, although I could. I’ve marched in enough parades (and I hate doing it).

And even with Orlando and other events, I don’t really feel any fear in attending or going to the bars.  Maybe I should at least do something (it feels somewhat important to do so). 

We’ll see.