What a weekend it was. Los Angeles pride has come and gone, and it was a great weekend, and a wonderful parade and festival. I took lots of pictures. I was far too tired last night to download them, so I’ll have them up here tomorrow. I think I got a few great shots.
Saturday night was for me an unforgettable experience, and a curiously unique one for me. You see, it was the night the lesbians invaded the Eagle and took it over completely.
Saturday nigth at the eagle was suppose to be boots and breeches night, and a cigar social. However, the Dyke march terminated at the Eagle, and they stayed to party. I got there about 10pm and decided to hang around for the different experience. It was for me what it must be like for straight people to encounter a gay experience for the first time. The place, forst of all, was absolutely packed, and those girls know how to party and have fun. So many beautiful faces I’ve never seen. It made me sad, looking at some of these bright, fun, young kids knowing that if it was the right time and circumstance we’d have such fun knowing each other. but now I’m 43 and they’re 20something and we have no common base, like when I was young and working part time jobs with wonderful girls like that. Does that make any sense? I mean to say that it got me to thinking that many of the most wonderful personalities I’ve known through out my life have been the girls I’ve known. The female spirit is unique and wonderful and absolutely essential to know and experience. How dull life would be without them. So I miss that, and the experience saturday night smacked me upside the head with it.