After Saturday’s Dim Sum’s Sprint through my intestines, I was feeling a little haggard, even with all the water I started drinking Sunday morning, but I trooped on down to Beale Street to find Foggy City Dancer’s contingent in the Pride Parade. After searching around for a bit, I discovered them near the bears and the colts.
We were having to trot along for a good portion of the parade, and barely got three calls in at any one time when we were able to stop… not terribly conducive to dancing, but there’s always next year.
After that, I headed off to a quick lunch at that Howard and 9th BK, where I met a bunch of BOSF bears, who were also lunching, and en masse we hit up the Lone Star. It got to be really packed there, so my senses were a bit overwhelmed, and Trey and I headed down to the Eagle, where it was crowded, but more manageable. Richard, Trey, and I had dinner together to discuss their upcoming commitment ceremony – I am utterly honored that they asked me to be their Officiant. I’ve done weddings before, but this will be my first Commitment Ceremony, and I’m thrilled that it’s Richard and Trey.
Supper was the camelsback, and I plodded home, up Steiner to Fell as is my newly forming habit, and after a quick message check, hit the rack hard.
Did an 8am client, then headed out to Sanchez and Market to look at a potential storefront for my massage practice, breakfast at Sparky’s and now I’m readying to leave for school.
Did I say sprinting? I meant zooming!