This past weekend we were finally able to celebrate PRIDE in Atlanta. Other than some rain on Saturday, it turned out to be a beautiful weekend.
Saturday, Charlie and I parked off the Beltline and rode our bicycles into the park. We pulled up to the bike valet by the Atlanta Bicycle Coalition and left our bikes and set off to walk through the PRIDE market. By the time we got through there it had started to rain so we ducked into Willy’s and had some awesome nachos and frozen margaritas. When we came out it had stopped raining and we continued walking and slurping our to-go margarita. We were walking along with two girls who were visiting from Ohio – they both looked quite young – one was but the other said she was 41. (I think it was the sunglasses taking up her entire face and made a note that I needed larger shades).We listened to some music and then made our way to our bicycles and rode off on the Beltline until we got to this interesting little bar/restaurant off the trail and decided to turn in. It was called Ladybird.
The next day we decided to ride in the parade with Michale, Katharine and Yvonne. It started out being a cool morning but by the time we hit Peachtree Street it was hot and we were riding in shirtsleeves.
Once we got to the park and walked to see Ellen and Stacy we were tired. We saw Birds tent down in the distance and decided to muck on across the field of mud to say “Hi”, which, was kind of a mistake because when we got there we didn’t even warrant a hug from Bird nor an offer of rainbow cake. All we got was Happy Gay Wedding as she threw candy rings at us. One hitting me in the chest and it falling on the ground. I made a note that they weren’t yet married even though they made a production of registering as domestic partners on their medical insurance. (Their company offered that prior to gay marriage being legal in the state). Perhaps she was bitter that Charlie and I were officially married and her and Jane not.
What’s her problem? Charlie and I were slogging back towards our bikes. We were ready to go home and relax.
I have no idea.
Well, you should text her and find out.
I honestly don’t care enough to hear what her problem is. I’m just letting it go.
Seriously, I don’t care. We don’t hang out enough with her and Jane to merit a reason for her to be pissed at us and if it’s about not hanging out the last two texts I sent her about that she didn’t answer. You make friends, you lose friends – it’s a constant cycle that I’ve learned to deal with. We have friends who deserve the attention more than her.
Tonight, we’re going out to Edie’s with Michale and Nisha to see a friend of Charlie’s play. It should be fun! Yeah, bring it!