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The following broadcast brought to you in part by a good romp around the neighborhood with the canines and Pinot Noir ...

Hello Friends!

Well! Have I been busy! The past few weeks have been chock full of a march, a parade and a visit from my seester!

Gay Pride weekend was amazing! We started the weekend at a "party" where one of the cast members of the L Word was to attend. The journey to this party was quite an adventure. We had to find this new part of the city and after many turns and u-turns and references of the map, we did. (I added miles to my mental map that weekend). We arrived to the party and it was different than I expected, but we still had a good time. A good warm up for the things to come.

The next day we ascended upon the Dolores Park just in time for the Dyke March. {Quite possibly the highlight of the weekend. } We began the journey in the line for the What is bathroom or port-o-potty rather. A never ending row of them and there was still a wicked long line! Eh, well, what do you expect when you are in a huge group of women. Then, hark! that I hear in the distance? Why it's the Dykes on Bikes revving their engines letting us know it is time to get this show on the road...Hooray! Crystal and I walked alongside the hordes of lovely lesbians towards the noise, each of us struggling to watch the bikers rumble by. Once the last bike rolled by, ladies left and right just started falling into line, and thus the Dyke March began. I have never been in a march of any sort before but I must say...hell yeah!! It was like a reverse parade. As we all wove through the streets of San Francisco in mass, people (also in mass) lined up the on the sidewalks to cheer and entertain the marchers. There was even this one group that would throw confetti and yell/sing LESBIANS! The reactions they received were so amazing that we stopped behind them for a bit and watched the show. The march wound its way over to Market and Castro where a huge block party ensued.

Crystal and I took a break back to our car to eat some pasta salad we had in the cooler. I wish I could say it was a short and breezy walk back to the car, but this is San Francisco and we are not well versed on the lay of the land, which lead us to the Dirty Sanchez, as we have now coined the road. This road was so steep it had my legs shaking. Great way to end a march (!) through the city! Even despite our fatigue, we mustered up the courage to continue back to the block party. And I am glad we did! Every corner had a different DJ with non stop gay fun everywhere! The killer of the whole the was, at the end of the night, we headed back to our car with our friend Cody (who has a much better grasp of the city than we) and directed us to a ridiculously shorter, less steep route back the Fit. Live and learn.

As exhausted as we were, we still dragged ourselves out of bed to make it back to the city for the parade that began at 1030 am. Luckily, our friend Cyndi let us crash at her pad with all of our canines. :) The parade was the most beautiful and enthusiastic site I have had the pleasure to experience. Although the 4 hour parade tested my endurance, it was so entertaining, I didn't notice until much later when I finally settled down for the night to get back to the grind the next day. The parade started with the now familiar (and exhilarating) sounds of a large mass of motorcycles seated by lesbians grumble to a start. The amount of motorcycles (and a few scooters) that turned up in force for the parade both astounded and exhausted me. Exhausted? Yes, because I had to let every one of them know how much I loved them by screaming my head off! :~P I swear they went on for miles. The rest of the parade was just as exciting and invoked tears of joy on more than one occasion. The was so much love present on the streets that weekend it is difficult to express. Hopefully you will come and see for yourselves one day. :)