It’s Sunday, and normally I would be hooping it up down at MacKenzie Pub on Hennepin Avenue with everyone else . That is where the big parade goes. But this year I am not. I am celebrating by being in my new home, with my beloved, unpacking and nesting. This is the first parade in 12 years that I will miss.
I am a little sad, only because this is the one day out of the year that I get to see so many friends in one place at one time. As a matter of fact, there are people I only see at the parade. Anyway, I am not there.
Last night we met up with our good friends Darci and Megan, and got to see some new friends, Ericka and Steph.
We met up for the other annual event: drinks on Pride Saturday at the 19 – or better known as the teener. It’s a super divey bar in Loring Park, a total neighborhood joint, with pool tables, dart boards, pull tabs, crap taps (crappy beer on tap) and the sweetest barkeeps in town. We had so much fun, and talked about how great it is to laugh, share stories, and just be in the company of other gay, normal couples. No drama, no horror, just three couples, solid in their relationships, out for couples night. I forget, especially after being away for a few weeks, how good it feels to hang out with other queer folks.