Pride *is* a magical time as it turns out. I'll spare everyone the horrible gay details, but essentially, was drunk by noon, sober by 4, sunburnt by 5, and drinking again at 10. Went to a new place last nite, Sidetracks, and got hit on and cruised 2 minutes after walking through the front door. I only had to buy one drink - the bartender bought one for me, and two different guys bought me drinks, and some other guy bought a round of lemon drops for everyone around, which was nice.
Again, I'll spare the details and leave you guessing, but I may or may not have gone home with someone last night who may or may not work for Oprah.
Again, I'll spare the details and leave you guessing, but I may or may not have gone home with someone last night who may or may not work for Oprah.