June 28, 2006

  • Home alone!


    Jeff's out of town until the 6th of July.  The dogs think armageddon is upon us.  The house has assumed a gloomy pallor kinda like Tara right after the burning of Atlanta but before as god as my witness I'll never be hungry again.  But it's only a week to go and I'm sure he'll be back before I lock myself in the study and begin hoarding cats. 


    Pride was a lot of fun last weekend. I went out to the beach with Nick and Jason and Cat and their dog Trevor who had lots of fun frolicking in the dunes and playing in the water and totally made us forget that it was about fifty five degrees and really foggy.  Then we walked back through the park.  I saw a lot of stuff I hadn't seen before.  There's a pretty new pond and path that they've put in that evidently already comes with a ranty old man.  We also met a twenty year old dog (either a small samoyed or a large spitz) and its owner who seemed the dogs relative age in human years.  I ended up getting on the train at 14th st and went home to feed the dogs and myself.  Then I went to Dolores Park to meet my friend Vic and his cure friend Sean who was throwing a dance party at a restaurant by the pride celebration the next day that I was unfortunately too wiped out to attend.  Then I went and visited with Chris and David downtown.  We hung out for a couple of hours and then went to the castro.  It was crazy.  Lots of suburban fags running about and way too drunk for 10PM.  I went home pretty early.


    I had to get up pretty early for the parade.  I rode with Different Spokes and we were really early on in the parade.  Right behind "Mikes on Bikes" and ahead of the Cheer SF folks.  The mikes on bikes were an interesting bunch.  Some of them were nude.  One of them was wearing the plow_king outfit down to the crown.  It was awesome.  A few of us got invited to their post parade orgy.  Alas, my invite must have gotten lost in the mail.  The parade is pretty short for the paraders--  only from spear st to 8th st so we were done pretty quickly.  But it's really fun to be in the parade and there were a LOT of people out to watch.  After, I hung out at the booth for a while.  I concluded that we were the best looking bunch of all the groups in the "jock block" section at pride.  Close runner up were the scuba boys.  At the tail end were the karate guys because a couple of them were hanging out in briefs (and they really, really shouldn't have been) mystifyingly reapplying sunscreen every ten minutes like it was the first part of some mating ritual that I was absolutely not going to wait around to see how it ended.