All day every day this week, the gaye people came. “Are you ready for pryde? Are you ready? It’s gonna be crazy. Are you ready??” That’s what they’d say. Scaring me like that. I don’t know if I’m ready. Don’t ask. And I hate hate hate crowds. For all I know I could be curled up in a corner at Boheme by 9 a.m. sobbing for my sock monkey Funny Baby.
Hey — that could be a whole parade float by itself. Bereft broken people sobbing for their sock monkeys.
Anyhoo. Stay tuned for a full gaye report.
But I know you’re all reading Harry Potter.
Make lots of money!!
Inquiring minds want to know: are you working on a manifesto about creating world peace via sock monkeys? 🙂
Hope everything went well and there was no sobbing!