On Saturday, my husband and I drove to San Diego to participate in the Pride Parade. We marched with the Palm Springs contingent, and our job was to pull a twenty-foot-tall balloon of Adam and Steve (two grooms) along the two-mile route through the Hill Crest area. The picture above is the balloon deflating.
The theme this year, of course, was marriage equality, and after the recent Supreme Court rulings, this turned into a colossal victory celebration.
The San Diego hosts the forth largest Pride parade in the country, and it was massive. There were hundreds of thousands of people lining the route. Most were lavishly dressed in rainbow-colored ensembles, and many wore not much more than a G-string. And judging by the number of gym-queens on display, there is no shortage of narcissism in Southern California.
For Herman and I, the day was a wild, exhilarating, delightful experience. We had so much fun we will return next year, but I’m betting next time we don’t volunteer. You see, the one negative part of marching in the parade is that you don’t get to see the rest of the parade. There were hundreds of awesome floats and marching bands but we didn’t get to see them. L
I’m looking forward to November, when Palm Springs has its own, albeit much smaller, Pride parade.