Pride begins in Cincinnati with Drag Races. I’ve never gone before so I didn’t know what to expect. I stepped outside right before meeting up with Mark and realized I wore the wrong shirt. It was a hairdryer outside. My flopsweat created blotches resembling Australia and surrounding islands.
Anywho, the drag races sucked. Seems that everyone was at the bars though, so that was the upshot—with mini-pitchers of Long Islands and cheap beer.
Ran into Bob, Derek and lots of other friendly familiar faces too wise to keep a livejournal.
Totally a good time.