Blind Prophecy

So I was finally able to talk to Lance and let him know that I wasn’t here to chase after him. Still, it would have been a lie to pretend that I didn’t have some feelings for him, but I’m not an idiot and I know there’s no way we’d be good for each other right now. A point he drove home by hooking up with a guy who looked startlingly like my ex, Lawrence. Yeah, won’t lie and pretend that didn’t sting a bit.

Saturday was a bit hung over, but still fun. Ended up spending most of the night at a house party with Lance’s co-workers. At times it was very dull, at times it was fun. There was one really obnoxious guy I couldn’t stand, though, so I eventually said goodbye and moved on to the Pink Party down in the Castro. It was awesome, but I only got there for the tail end of it. Also, I didn’t really need a repeat of watching Lance get drunk and pick up some random guy. So I met a few new people, wandered a bit, then headed home.

Consequently, I was the only one of my friends awake and capable of making it to the Parade. That was fun. I know people say that once you’ve seen a Pride Parade, they’re all the same, but believe me, it’s not true. Especially when 99% of your experience is in planning those parades, running around like crazy to make sure things are going right, etc. It was refreshingly nice to be on the spectator side of a parade for the first time since my trip to Phoenix in 2002!

Once Lance woke up, we met up for some late afternoon breakfast, then headed down to the Festival. It was hot and sunny and full of eye-candy, but we were both feeling pretty fried out by that point, so we walked back to his place (where my laptop was held hostage since Friday) and he started falling asleep the moment we got there, so I said goodbye and headed home.