We raced to reach the parade route on time. The ground was hot, so I was held while my parasol-shaded patch cooled down. I befriended an infant who liked my soft ears. I liked the crumbs on her hands.
Flamingos were hung outside restaurants with care, with hopes that revelers soon would be there. There were dog rescues, amazing drag queens, businesses, swag, belly dancers and more!
As the processional floats became further and fewer between, I was whisked home to nap. Happy Pride everyone!
|bring on the dogs in strollers!|
|nappers for equality!|