The only thing worse than standing in the rain during a two-and-a-half hour parade is seeing the poor, soggy drag queens waving forlornly from drenched floats, mascara running into their ruined shoes. One year I barely escaped a flash flood when the storm drain at the intersection I was watching from got clogged with feather boas and sequins.
This weekend's weather was perfect. Unfortunately I missed out on the parade yesterday, opting to catch up on some work instead. This is do-or-die week on my project so I thought it best not start it with a post-pride hangover.
But I did make it to the Pride kick-off party Friday night at the Georgia Aquarium. That was fun.
|I learned Whale Sharks aren't whales, and there's no such thing as a free brunch.|
|This was a convenient people-watching spot, where I could enjoy a cocktail|
while watching a never-ending supply of gays stream by on conveyor belt.
Industrial cruising under the sea. (Cue steel drums.)
|I was impressed that the World of Coke, adjacent to the aquarium,|
got in on the spirit of the celebration.
Saturday was spent hanging out with Gil, Larry and JB at various bars with outdoor patios. There was a slight breeze that felt wonderful, and the day ended with a perfect sunset.