It’s the best party in town.

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Buckman remarked at the coincidence of flying into San Diego just in time for the Gay Pride festival, but I explained that we just threw it together once we knew he was coming, that we organized the whole thing last minute just to welcome him.

If he asks you, that’s the story.

A pack of homosexuals and fauxmosexuals, otherwise known as my friends, drank and danced and picked up body glitter from assorted other revelers.

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2 responses »

  1. It’s my bank account’s fault that I missed San Diego Pride. I’ll be cursing her for the rest of the day.

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