I’ve never been a huge fan of gay pride events. What is there to be proud of? As my friends were wishing each other a “happy pride,” I was jokingly wishing everyone a “take it up the ass day.” Now I know that sounds cynical, and perhaps it is. But really, what do we have to be proud of that others don’t? I’m proud that I have a job, proud that I have a good family, and proud of my Pug. None of these things set me apart from the rest of the world in some extraordinary way. I am who I am.
Besides, after being to Pride events in Chicago and San Francisco, can Boston really hold a candle? The answer is a surprising maybe.
Saturday started by my not wanting to get out of bed. Steven had told me to be at Eric and Michael’s house anytime after 9:00. So I showed up at 9:30 and was the first person there. Fortunately, I know Eric and Michael, so we got to chat for a while. We also started drinking around 10:00. The day was filled with meeting new people and actully meeting a couple people that I had chatted with online. One of them is very hot and is a former Mr. Boston Leather. Hopefully I’ll be seeing more of him in the future.
After a while, we (a group that had migrated from Steven and Michael’s party) ventured out in the rain and saw the tail end of the parade. It was okay but nothing spectacular. I hear the better stuff was at the beginning of the parade. Anyway, after that, we tried to find our way in a bar somewhere to drink some more. Every bar in the south end (we only tried three of them) had lines coming out the door, including the Eagle. We headed back to our original starting point to dry off for a bit. Finally, a few of us headed back to the Eagle, which is only about three blocks from my office. We had a few drinks there and it turned out to be a lot of fun. Who knew that a gay dive bar could be fun?
About 6:00 or so, I decided to head home. I’d never encountered an evening hangover before. It was dreadful. It will hopefully teach me that starting with sparkling wine and ending with beer isn’t such a good idea. I tihnk I was in bed by 11:00.
That was my Saturday.