The deadliest sin of all

I know a lot of you went to Gay Pride celebrations today and I certainly don't want to piss all over your positive experiences. But, last night, lhn pointed out something that perfectly summed up my attitude to the event: A neon sign of the word "pride" in pink underlined in rainbow.

The "i" was replaced with a mock-up of an MGD can.

After reading bitterlawngnome's suggestion about throwing our support behind the marches that really need it, I decided that if I wasn't going to be in some small town or hostile foreign city for Pride Day, then I was interested in celebrating it at all. But, after a week of conference hosting, monshu was looking forward to submerging himself in a sea of screaming fags, and I figured it would be boorish not to allow myself to be dragged along.

In the end, I was spared by the weather: The first rainy Pride Day I can remember in my nearly twenty years in Chicago. (There was once where we had a brief shower in the morning, but it cleared up and not a drop fell on the parade or rally.) That plus the fact that monshu was still completely bushed from Saturday's banquet sealed the deal. Instead of a day wasted getting tanked in the hot sun, it was a day wasted watching atrocious films on television.