it was a "proud" day

Ok so first of all, being a western transplant I have to say, Halifax Pride kicks Calgary's ASS! Never in Calgary did I ever see city councillors on a float waving to the crowds of homos and homolovers, or a gay councillor who is out and proud! - second of all , over 20, ooo people came out to watch it! That's crazy, it covered numerous blocks - unlike Calgary where they barely close off one half of the road to let the poor queens march through the rain in their high heels and minolo knock-offs - very impressive on the east coast I must say.

So my strategy was to cruise through the afternoon - have a few drinks and go to the night event - appropriately named the WET SPOT where every bo bo in Halifax and surrounding cities would be. It started out great, had a beer at lunch time - watched the parade - then followed the herd to the watering grounds ( the Halifax Common) - I thought it would go smooth, long line, less drinks.. but I was wrong. I somehow managed to get absolutely hammerend in like, 4 hours. Boo to coors light! I had a lot of fun though, (at least that's what i've been told).. talked to some strangers, talked even more to ex-gfs, and even wanted to give an ex-gf's fiancee a hug! It was a good thing.. but after that, the night gets fuzzy..

fast forward past a cab ride that i don't remember..

At a pre-wet-spot party, i was alex van halen on the drum -- I was marketing myself for a roommate, and an ex - gf was feeding me Sterlings.. and that's when i knew i was done for. Sterling?? no no no... time to call in for help.

I walk a lot of stumbled blocks to a safe place - eat a cold piece of pizza.. then I took a look around and thought , man this place needs a good swiffer!

Fast forward 2 hours..

Time to go to the wet - spot. but I was in a dizzy spot.

time for bed - look at the clock 12:00 am... Happy Pride.