
With my Pride Saturday daytime dates Katherine Amanda and Erin at the beer garden opposite Woody’s. Can we just discuss how friggen amazing host Miss Butter was dropping rhymes and mothering the dancing boys in the crowd with spray on sun lotion? It was also great to see my cigar-chomping MLT pal, Robert Tomas, in assless chaps and sexy tattoo sleeve. By the end of the weekend I would learn he was uncut.

This is my pal, Jill. We also hung out during Pride, but it was her lesbian tendency to be updownupdownupdownupdownupdown herethereherethereherethereherethere a lot. Lots of ‘where are you now?’ texting going on.

With my pal, party impresario Steve Ireson, who wasn’t busy being a party impresario for the first Pride in a long time. Oddly, we had very similar schedules that weekend, so it was awesome to end up hanging with him as much as we got to.