Pride weekend

Most of this weekend doesn't mean much. The things, in my opinion that have more substance and meaning happen during the week. Although, I'm sure some of the festival booths probably had meaningful ideas behind them. I did check out Latino pride Friday night and it was pretty good, even though it started late.
What this weekend means for me, is an excuse to see and hang out with all gay-friendly friends. The parade or festival give people a common place to go to and the power of luck, fate and SMS give you the chance to see them. What pride means for me is to bring people together to celebrate, better yet affirm, who we are. And to spend good times with good friends. That goal was met with relative success, I tried to bring people together, and told people where we were gonna be, or at. And some came, some didn't. Their loss. I think back to previous prides and all the running around I did. And I almost did that again, but realized its not always my responsibility. Afterwards, we eventually got to the BYT closing which was amazingly big, but I was not really into it. Cool for what it was, but definitely not my style-ish. Like I could have made it worth it, but other stuff on my mind(to be mentioned later) were distracting, and I wasn't up for the proactivity. I even did the unthinkable . . . I put my camera in the car. A few drinks later, running into a couple random acquaintances, losing the group, phone dying, walking back to V's car only to realize it was gone, then walking to Tim's place in Adam's Morgan, callin Freddy/Vernon cuz my wallet & camera was in the car, then eating grapes and fallin asleep awkwardly on the love seat in preparation for Sundays trip to NYC...