Dang, I was thinking that Doris would have gotten enough of The City & parades yesterday at the Dyke Parade.
So off we go after she returned home from church, back to the Big Apple in the grueling Gay Pride Traffic. shit.
By that time the Parade was maybe half over, but we were so hungry.
Well so often I think about how lucky it is that I hooked my wagon to Doris' star years decades ago because she truly has angels on her shoulders, & God Goddess Universe often reigns FAVOR down on her...
We found a GREAT parking spot on Bank St. WITHOUT a meter (free!) only 3 blocks from the parade on Christopher St. & Bleeker!
Manatus is on Bleeker where we were seated in a BOOTH! immediately!
Not only is all this so impossible, but afterwards we somehow came out & EASILY slid into the FRONT ROW of the parade on Christopher & Bleeker which is just freakin' insane.
I used to live in the building on the corner & believe me it is the MOST desirable spot!
3 miracles! Bing Bang Boom!
Guess D was rewarded for sharing her gifts & singing in the choir all morning ... while I played hookey, stayed home & languished.
I wasn't able to walk down the midway after the March ended (which was around 730pm - told y'all it's too long in NYC) because of my durn hip. So we drove back to Jersey with easy traffic since it was still so early! Could NOT believe any of it!
As for the parade, the children were out! There were a billion kadrillion GLBT folk & their friends & it was just crazy. Then there were a trillion cops. Everything seemed fine that I saw, except for all the Black women who gave Doris evil looks because she was with a white woman. Some things never change.
Glad to be back home in bed. Yeaaaaa BED!!!
PS: There's been a Charlie's Angels /Farrah Fawcett marathon on TV all night long!!!