Sunday, June 29, 2008
Processed and uploaded photos. Flickr Uploader 2.3.1 for OS X fails to finish uploading properly—same problem as before: the set fully finishes uploading all the photos but the set grouping is not created as expected. Watched the Pride Parade coverage on sfpridelive.com which worked mostly well. The sound was out of sync somewhat most of the time. The production of the parade coverage was adequate but not as professional as it could have been. Commentary was just okay, and it was weird how much it seemed they were pushing sponsorship and the corporate way. Just like Stephen F told us last night, we saw him and ynot tony on the first float of the parade. Patrick and I took the train to the parade and festival, got out at Civic Center station. We found Stephen F in the fairy garden with his Marine pals Mike, Neil (sp?), and Raymond. Stephen F was still wearing little more than his underwear (which I coincidentally happen to have a pair in the same style). After a few minutes of chatting, he left with his friends. He invited us to join him at the VIP party at City Hall at 3 ("someone you know must be able to get you in...") but I already knew that we don't know the right people, and to be honest, we didn't care. Patrick and I wandered through the festival getting overpriced Thai food to eat and finding great difficulty finding non-alcoholic beverages other than water and Red Bull. We walked and walked and walked and finally found one booth selling Coke, Sprite, and (I think) diet versions of the same—that's it. We enjoyed the music at Fag Fridays and one other stage (I didn't know the name of this stage) which had music like the How Weird festival (but it seemed to be all straight people). The festival area was much larger than we remember last year—an entire street more at least. Not enough portapotties—lots of very long lines. While leaving, just outside the festival gates, we saw one woman unable to restrain herself. She squatted down between two parked cars to relieve herself (we think) and her two friends provided a hint of decorum by standing on either side and moving suggestively and bizarrely to provide a visual distraction. We were only walking by and didn't even pause. Patrick said, "When you gotta go, you gotta go!" Took the train to Castro Street Station. Picked up a DVD at Superstar. I bought a dremel bit. We got dinner at Thai House. Walgreen's: popcorn. Back to Cliff's just before closing for something we forgot: silicone ice trays—a plastic one broke in half the last time I tried to remove ice from it. When I was a kid, those things never broke. They don't make plastic like they used to. Home. Settled in for about an hour. I vacuumed. Watched Batman Begins on Superstar DVD with Patrick. Archived documents. Tidied. Stretches. Weight training: superslow concentration curl, superslow rear raise, superslow dumbbell press. Late meal: plum lowfat yogurt, leftover noodle soup.