We don't have a big Pride party every year, just a few people who come over to chill and take a break from the madness of the parade. I didn't even go to the parade, just enjoyed the sound of the crowd from my back deck.
And it all happened in my own home...
It all begins with a warning from the landlord not to make it liable for deck collapses.
I made the best pasta salad, ever (the secret is to never, ever use bell peppers - they kill the flavor of everything else).
Hangover? What hangover? Fresh as a daisy on Pride morning, I am, if wonderfully exhausted.
A Pride flag of jello shots, of course.
And finally, the best, and most classic, Pride favor ever.