Palm Springs Pride 2007

I lost my virginity this past weekend.  Yes, I did.  I attended my first Palm Springs Pride weekend.

Was it faboo beyond words?  No, but it was decent.  A small but tasteful festival with the usual mix (or so it seems) of commercial vendors, food stalls, and political and semi-political advocates.  With my usual bad planning, I wandered the festival in the hottest part of the day, Noon to 3PM.  Yes, I am stooopid.

I was slightly smarter on Sunday and found a spot that was somewhat shaded from which to view the parade.  Using the typical gay clock, the 10AM parade start was more like 10:30AM.  Again, the usual mix of marchers, floats, and politicos (gypsies, tramps, and thieves?).  The parade was done by Noon and so was I.  A stop at Koffi, the second in two days for some iced tea plasma, then lunch at Manhattan in the Desert (burp) and the relatively quick two hour drive home.

It's a Small World note - I was in the Springs for less than 2 hours and ran into six members of the square dance cult (2 Jims, 2 Bills, 1 Santo, and 1 Tony), none of whom are on LJ, the slugs.  Then on Sunday while at the parade, I was accosted by an old friend from SF, Carlos, who'd moved to the Springs a few years ago and looked completely unchanged.  I think I hate him.

So, a relatively quiet weekend, but a good one.