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And later, we learned that live animals aren’t accepted either.

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Coordinator – “…. and lastly, don’t pick up any dead animals.”

Valancy Jane – “What if we don’t notice they’re dead until after we’ve picked them up?”

Coordinator – *looks at Bethany*

Bethany – *nods, rather seriously*

Coordinator – *blinks and moves on*  “We ask that you look out especially for cigarette butts…..”

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A gal only turns 29 once. Well, usually.

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As some of you might know, my actual birthday falls on December 23rd, which is a ridiculous time of year to have a birthday.  (You heard me, Jesus.)  So I’ve done the sensible thing and rescheduled.  This year it fell on Sept 25th.  What day it falls on is subject entirely to my whim.

As you can see, I picked a good day.

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National Public Lands Day

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Did you know that last Sat. was National Public Lands Day?  And that all the national parks were free?  And that there’s a national monument just a couple of miles from my apartment?  And that they happened to be having a festival over the weekend?

Totally out of excuses for having never been there.

So Aurora and I went to see the Cabrillo National Monument, the site of the first European landing on the Pacific Coast of what would become the United States.

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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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