The only thing we were parading was ourselves.

This morning all the gays will shake off their cocktail hangovers and and head back regular rainbowless Mondays. But its been a colourful few days. All of the city's straight girls got giddy and headed to the gaybourhood to shop for new bestfriends. And I found the only place in the country I could my wear bright yellow shorts in a crowd and look mundane.

Thanks to Marc for saving me from a forest of hungry bears, without you who knows what could have happened. It's been a blast, but until next year I hope I won't find myself in another situation where no one is alarmed when creepy strange old men are trying to touch my chest.

Keep it your pants gentlemen.