For gay hubris day gay pride day 2004, I did my laundry. In 2005, I left the city for the weekend. This year, I'm flying to Winnipeg for a wedding. One of these years, I hope to get back into a "pride mood." For now, I've had enough of: the performance stage near my apartment that makes the building vibrate for 2 days the crushing, gawking, flip-flop-wearing, sunscreen-slimy crowds the overflowing portable toilets with the interminable lineups the excessively cautious beer garden rules (also with interminable lineups) Here is a picture of me in 1997, when I had a great time at pride. (It should be noted that I didn't live right in the heart of Church/Wellesley then, so I had a place to "escape" to if I needed a time-out.) Who's that person next to me? I've digitally altered his appearance, but I can tell you that he might be one of my favourite "aunts." Have fun. Wear condoms. I'll see you Tuesday.