And so, on the day of the parade, I agreed to go watch it with a few friends. Just before leaving, I figured it would suck too much to be in the crowds, and so I figured out how to get "backstage". It was pretty simple, actually, I wore my "Parade Participant" badge from the year before, went to the blocked off area and waltzed right in past a gang of security and police keeping the lowly viewers out.
I ended up watching the parade from just behind the start line - the best place to watch from. I think that aside from all the strange and amusing sights, the thing I like most about being on the inside is getting to see all of the parade officials organize things. It takes a lot of people to run the parade - float coordinators, start coordinators, security, media officials, each wearing a shirt in an identifying colour. Maybe I should try to get in on running parades....
The Dykes on Bikes.
The Emelia Air Tarts.
Mmm...
You don't see that walking down the street very often.
Two "Bears" - a group that prides themselves on being big, gay, and hairy.
Nice sign.
The sign amused me. The enormous bit of genitalia behind it amused me even more.
Cirque du So Gay.