It’s Gay Pride weekend here in Boston– today was the parade and tomorrow’s the AIDS Walk. The section of Boston we live in has a nice share of gay and lesbian residents and all day today we’ve seen people in superhero and other rainbow colored costumes walking down our street to the T Station. As I write this post, the Pride Parade’s over, because a troop of 20 people with spandex and wigs and lame shoes and tights and capes and neon lit hula hoops and TWO FIRE EATERS (I shit you not) just walked up the street toward a house at the end, led by an accordion player and three bongo drummers along with one of those Middle-Easterny-snake-charming-flutey thingies, singing “When the gays come marching in.”
The drummers have set up in the street and man, they’re good. It’ll be fun to see how long they play tonight. It’s 1030 now, and weekend curfew is 12, I think. Hope they can whoop it up until then, the neighborhood’s a bit staid otherwise.
Happy Pride, Boston.