Saturday was Pride Day in Boston so a bunch of us got together and went to the parade and City Hall Plaza festivities. I’ve become so jaded when it comes to this event. I’ve attended pride in various cities (San Francisco, Minneapolis, Paris, London) and Boston’s probably a dozen times. Yeah, it all becomes the same after a while…but I do enjoy the camaraderie it brings. I just wish Boston could take some pointers from the other cities:<\/p>\n
Paris and San Francisco’s parades provided more fun debauchery. The floats were more fun (and risque) and people seemed to celebrate more. However, San Francisco’s is just too damn long. And they stop the parade to let traffic through various intersections, causing large gaps and longer delays.<\/p>\n
Minneapolis was probably the best. The parade was just all right, but they really know how to do the other festivities. Concerts, fire works, and a better organized vendor section (more spread out, more vendors).<\/p>\n
I’d love to try Amsterdam’s parade some day since instead of doing it down the streets, they do it on boats along the canal. Kind of redifines the meaning of a “float”, doesn’t it?<\/p>\n
Anyway, after the parade and festivities we had a BBQ at our place. About 18 people showed up (one of our biggest yet). And the weather cooperated! Not too hot\/humid, not “too” cold (though, we loaned out nearly all of our sweaters and spring jackets to guests).<\/p>\n
On Friday, I also got together with my friend, Pete, for dinner and a walk around my old ‘hood: the North End. Ah, I miss that place. I rode my scooter home from Harvard Square at 10:30 at night (the first time I’d ridden it at night).<\/p>\n
I lived.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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