San Francisco had oodles of events today. I, painfully, woke up on little sleep, packed and drove around the city in a box truck, and was taken to breakfast to a diner not sufficiently froofy for my standards. By the time we finished everything, I headed back for a nap. By the time I woke up, the parade and party were almost over. I got to the civic center just as the cops were telling the food vendors to stop serving, and the streets were slowly emptying of people. I’m sure it was a grand, exuberant, festivity, but all I saw was a scene that every major event must certainly witnesses. A lone tranny (transvestite) walked past a flat-bed truck of port-a-johns, being driven away.
