A few years ago when I missed Folsom Street Fair for an out of town wedding, a friend remarked, "Who schedules something over the last weekend in September? That's so rude! Don't they know it's a gay high holiday?"
Well, this year my calendar is conflict-free (save for a minor annoyance called work tomorrow morning) so I'm excited to head down to the fair in a few hours, after brunching with some of the boys.
If past years are any indication, this afternoon should bring sunshine, drunkenness, dancing in a cage and many sights that probably are best left unseen. I heart San Francisco!
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