I’ve never liked Pride, and I thought I’d rather have a thumb in my eye than march in a parade. Who knew I’d have as much fun as I did this past weekend, marching in the Pride parade with the GSGRA. Sam, Sonny, and I carried state flags and represented the rodeo.
Funny thing being in a parade. The presumption is that there’s a reason why you’re in it, and why people would care. So the spectators give you this once-over, just to make sure that you’re somebody to them, and then the onus is on you to be somebody, with a smile or a wink, or a holler, so that’s exactly what we did.
We finished up the parade route early, rolled and tubed the flags, headed for The Abbey and tipped a few in honor of pride, our right to marry, our friendship with Sonny, and the rodeo. Sam was right. It’s more fun being in the parade than watching it, but then, I guess that’s no surprise. Kinda like life.
Here are some snaps from the weekend.