My first Pride parade, if you can believe it. What a happy crowd — had no idea it was such a chipper event. Not as many surprises as during the festivities yesterday in Piedmont Park, however, where the theme of the day seemed to be drink until you fall down. One man dropped his flip-flop at the top of the stairs and I watched him fall half way down the flight in amazing slow motion — right hand here, left foot there, twist, repeat — like a beautifully choreographed disaster that in the end was averted when he landed right on his butt. Bravo, wasted bear! His partner was unfazed.
When I left the parade on my Vespa I was wearing all the beads and bracelets the paraders had tossed at me and people I drove by thought I had somehow gotten off the route.