Irony: the Dyke March is about to start, practically outside my window, and I just heard “It’s Raining Men” blasting through somebody’s loudspeakers.

Tomorrow (the big Gay Pride parade) should be fun. I’m essentially surrounded by the two parade routes (today’s and tomorrow’s), so some friends are meeting us tomorrow; we’re gonna slap on some sunscreen, drink some water and go watch on Yonge Street. It’s a spectacle!!