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June 25, 2005
Pride Party Pooper
There has been some debate as to whether my neighborhood is technically the Mission, or Castro. If you've ever tried to park near my apartment during Pride (or the week leading up to it), I think you'd agree that I live in the Castro.
There are good things about Pride: every store, restaurant, pole, and person in the 'hood is decked out in the finest regalia. The bars are packed by early afternoon with shiny happy people from near and far, which has been fun to check out on the way home from work. There is an abundance of cute boys that I keep having to be reminded are not here for the girls.
There are not-so-good things about Pride, other than the fact that since everyone and their lover is parking here too, the Let's Find a Parking Spot game becomes an hour-long adventure: the bars discharge the now-very-drunk happy people onto my street around 3am, which would be fine, if they weren't so damn loud, or amused by honking their car horns repeatedly. The usual thoroughfares are impassable due to parades and such. There are hazards on the sidewalks, such as clowns selling whistles on chains decorated with rainbow beads.
And so, due to lack of sleep (and stress over how to get to Point Reyes without losing my parking spot), I'm wearing my Cranky Pants this morning. I think I'll resort to staying in Marin all weekend, leaving whatever you call this neighborhood to the folks who are actually enjoying it.
Posted by Elizabeth at June 25, 2005 11:33 AM