Post the Sixty-Second: Out In The Park

Post the Sixty-First: Pride 2015, Par... Poetic Interlude CXVII

Post the Sixty-Second: Out In The Park

Gentle Reader, it’s always important to gather your loved ones together for the holidays. Maman was heading up to town; Christopher Darling and his beau were headed down. Ms. Capere, her husband Laurence, and our roommate Tram were all gathered around, and we’d be meeting yet more friends later on. Why? If you have to ask, you clearly haven’t been paying attention.

It was the weekend of Tacoma Pride.

We ended up driving down in three separate vehicles. The plan had been to bus all together, but Maman doesn’t understand how buses work, and was worried that she wouldn’t be able to get back to her car by herself. We found her some parking and headed towards the festival, just up the way.

We were due to meet our friend Amy, as well as a friend of hers. Luckily, she texted, saying she was near the Hedwig stage. We were, on the whole, confused, until in the distance the dulcet tones of Wig in a Box drifted towards us. There, we met up with Amy and Tam.

We split up and explored, as one does at such things. I was able to convince Maman to eat from a food truck, something she’s been scared and excited to do, before she headed out. I then reconnected with my friends, who were having appetizers and cocktails at the Forum. After a light meal, we discovered some delightful bricked-up arches in an abandoned lot, so of course there was an impromptu photoshoot. Enjoy the images, Gentle Reader!