The Pride Report

Well, my friends, another New York City Pride has come and gone once again. The Isle of Manhattan has been rained on by rainbows and glitter (and eventually, I assume, vomit), a plentitude of sins have been committed, and now the homosexuals have returned to their regularly scheduled lives.

This was definitely an excellent Pride. Not the best Pride, but a good Pride. I would give it a B-. Since last year's parade fell just a couple of days after the passing of marriage equality, there was much to be celebrated. Personally, I'm still teary-eyed thinking about that day, but I definitely felt that the passion and enthusiasm had dropped several notches this year. Also, I didn't get laid. That totally sucks.

I spent the day traipsing around the village with an old buddy of mine (you may remember The Captain from a couple years back?) Normally, I prefer to stay in one place because for some reason bar-hopping makes my anxious, but that day Captain and I managed to squeeze into seven different bars throughout the course of the day. That is most certainly a record for me.

We were met by an incredibly interesting cast of characters along our journey, including:

• A remarkably cute boy who apparently used to date one of my residents when I was an RA. (Are you reading this? Hit me up, yo.)
• An old teacher of mine whom I see every year in the parade frolicking in his undies. And it is beautiful.
• This guy.
• A guy I did dance with back home in Michigan who is now in "Evita" with Ricky Martin. Lucky fucker.
• My boylesque brother, Mister Rique Shaw.
• Our mighty mentor, Go-Go Harder.

There was also an unfortunate interaction with an ex of mine that temporarily threw off my swag, which is funny, because just a few days ago I was thinking to myself how nice it is that none of my ex-boyfriends are dramatic. Whoops.

So yes, there were a few mood-killers in the mix, but nonetheless, The Captain and I had a terrific Pride that ended with both of us at the Stonewall Inn perfectly plastered (Well, not perfectly. I definitely overstepped my limits and don't want to see another drink again until it's absolutely necessary). And I may gone home alone, but I also went home less broke than I had anticipated. That's definitely a win.