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The capture card messed up on recording the five o'clock news, so I've got some downtime while it makes an attempt at the six-thirty.
Last Sunday, I went to see the San Francisco Pride Parade with my friend Ken. We left Chico at about six in the morning and drove for about two and a half hours to El Cerrito, a town outside of Oakland. From there, we parked the car and got took BART train into the city. The ride lasted about half an hour, which wasn't too shabby. As soon as we got off the train in the city center, I immediately got told to repent by from fundamentalist protesters.
I tried to convince them that the CIA absolved me of my sins after my contract with the company ended, but they wouldn't believe me.
We spent the next hour looking for a spot on the parade route, of which there were surprisingly many. I guess a lot of people were still hung over from Saturday night or something. While it wasn't quite over-the-top as some people had described it to me as, it was still worth going to see. I saw some Dykes on Bikes, who were followed by the Mikes on Bikes, a bunch of cheerleaders, a lot of families with two dads, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, and narrowly escaped attending a fisting demonstration.
If you were curious, Dawn detergent is apparently amazing for dealing with pesky residual post-intercourse crisco.
We watched the parade for a good three hours and then wandered through the festival portion of the event. It was throooonged with people. Unlike Sacramento's, the event wasn't lame. The vendors gave out more free stuff, I got free food for being under the age of 24, I found out that the SFPD is recruiting, and saw the shit-ton of glbt special interest/activity groups in the Bay Area.
I think it's interesting that I'm finally kinda getting in to this whole gay thing. I never really got involved with anything in high school because Indianapolis was a journey and I didn't drive 'til three months before I turned eighteen. That, and driving downtown at that time was kinda scary. Then, in undergrad, I just really didn't care; I really didn't want anything to do with the people involved with the glbt center. I was also experimenting with being in the closet freshman year.
I wonder if anyone's ever said that before?
I've officially decided that I want to live in the Bay Area by this time next year--I oughta consult
jwieg79 on the matter.
Last Sunday, I went to see the San Francisco Pride Parade with my friend Ken. We left Chico at about six in the morning and drove for about two and a half hours to El Cerrito, a town outside of Oakland. From there, we parked the car and got took BART train into the city. The ride lasted about half an hour, which wasn't too shabby. As soon as we got off the train in the city center, I immediately got told to repent by from fundamentalist protesters.
I tried to convince them that the CIA absolved me of my sins after my contract with the company ended, but they wouldn't believe me.
We spent the next hour looking for a spot on the parade route, of which there were surprisingly many. I guess a lot of people were still hung over from Saturday night or something. While it wasn't quite over-the-top as some people had described it to me as, it was still worth going to see. I saw some Dykes on Bikes, who were followed by the Mikes on Bikes, a bunch of cheerleaders, a lot of families with two dads, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, and narrowly escaped attending a fisting demonstration.
If you were curious, Dawn detergent is apparently amazing for dealing with pesky residual post-intercourse crisco.
We watched the parade for a good three hours and then wandered through the festival portion of the event. It was throooonged with people. Unlike Sacramento's, the event wasn't lame. The vendors gave out more free stuff, I got free food for being under the age of 24, I found out that the SFPD is recruiting, and saw the shit-ton of glbt special interest/activity groups in the Bay Area.
I think it's interesting that I'm finally kinda getting in to this whole gay thing. I never really got involved with anything in high school because Indianapolis was a journey and I didn't drive 'til three months before I turned eighteen. That, and driving downtown at that time was kinda scary. Then, in undergrad, I just really didn't care; I really didn't want anything to do with the people involved with the glbt center. I was also experimenting with being in the closet freshman year.
I wonder if anyone's ever said that before?
I've officially decided that I want to live in the Bay Area by this time next year--I oughta consult
jwieg79 on the matter.