Chrisonomicon

Monday, August 19, 2002

Gay pride celebrations in the birthplace of Amendment Two should probably expect a protestor or two, yet the past few years have seen a decline in protestors, while the parade and ensuing festivities enjoyed a burgeoning attendance, indicating to me that perhaps this city was lightening up a bit, maybe re-evaluating its original beliefs. Despite the past dwindling, a few protestors hit the street corners with renewed fervor this year and, given the incredibly tacky ensemble of those celebrating their pride in the park, I'm not completely sure they didn't deserve to be protested. Regardless, Carl and Aaron and I played their presence up as much as possible with a few prime photo ops.

The weekend played out rather smoothly in some aspects and like a bad episode of Frasier in others. "Poor situational comedy," I should say, surrounding the misadventures of Dave, who I'd sworn to protect at some point back when we were still fresh from high school. Perhaps deep down I want to protect that innocent, optimistic part of me that I still associate with him. On the other hand, I'd like to take the irresponsibility of that age?of this age, too, apparently?and wrap it up in ball like so much masking tape and toss it away for good. Somehow it seems as though escaping that should be so much easier than it is. There is still time for me to grow up.

Mike, you've stolen my heart. Then again, it's not really stealing if I want you to have it, is it?