It rained on the Pride Parade and everyone had to go indoors. We were down at Farida's haridresser's where we all had screwdriver mimosas and got gleefully tipsy. After the parade the street was strewn with flyers, posters and stickers. The street was a littler of bottle's cups and trampled bits of paper. Only the homeless folks and the panhandlers were out. Broadway looked like a budget post apocalypse movie.