Saturday, June 26, 2004
Haircut. Grocery shopping at Sunset Super. Watched Harry Potter 2 extras on DVD. Patrick started making cold sesame noodles with shredded chicken but came down with an allergy attack, so I finished making the dish. I also made strawberry cupcakes with pink frosting and pink sugar sprinkles. Returned the DVD. Went to Galen's Pre-Pink Saturday Party—just me, Patrick stayed home due to allergy attacks all day long. Met Joe M, Jennifer, Jesse, Justin, and a bunch of other people whose names I can't remember since I'm writing this particular sentence on July 2. Pink Saturday is an evening celebration in the Castro during Pride Week on the night before the parade. I don't know why I never heard about it until this year, but it's been going on for years. It's essentially a whole lot of mostly drunk and drugged-up people who gather in Castro Street between 19th and Market to watch mostly drunk and drugged-up people in apartment windows take off their clothes and occasionally perform simulated or real sexual acts. It's what I imagine New Orleans is like during Mardi Gras. Not exactly the same, certainly, but the flavor is there, I think. DJs in different areas spin different kinds of tunes—vintage disco, the latest house, breakbeats. We even saw a rock band playing (unofficially?) in front of Cliff's Variety. The crowd was pretty mellow and the weather wavered between alright and chilly depending on the breeze. Met Michael G shortly after dropping Galen and others off and finding parking up Market a ways.