I organized a Pride Month happy hour at Anina in Hayes Valley for some of the LGBTQ folk from my place of employment and it happened to have happened this evening and I'm just now getting home and after tonight and last weekend I sorta wanna be done using alcohol forever and ever amen.
A bunch of my faves, both homo and hetero, joined together near the Polo Fields in Golden Gate Park yesterday morning to participate in the 38th annual Pride Run and everybody looked fine as shit and ran like the wind.
After the run we popped over to the Castro for an hours-long brunch at Squat & Gobble where we consumed eight bottles of champ like champs and my body's very to very very glad that this only happens once a year.
I was midway through a solo post-shower concert in the hallway bathroom this morning when I realized that I'd forgotten to grab clean underwear, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and threw the door open while scream-singing the chorus to Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" and who was standing in the living room with B, Sid and our roommate Christopher but Wilson Cruz from ABC's cult classic My So-Called Life.
Sid: This is Wilson. He was in Rent on Broadway!
Me (cinching my towel tighter): Hi, I'm Corey.
Wilson Cruz (unfazed): I actually think we’ve met before. In fact, if I recall correctly you were sitting on the couch in your underwear.
I left work at lunch today so Sid and I could have a little theater date.
We had no fun at all.