Page 2 of 3At noon, the parade finally began. While I was standing beside a barricade, I overheard a flustered woman ask a cop how she was supposed to get across the street. “I have to attend a christening in St. Patrick’s Cathedral!” she said and the cop laughed.
I think you probably have to be pretty out of touch to schedule a christening at St. Patrick’s Cathedral during the Pride parade.
These are the gentlemen who marched in the parade directly behind us. The guy on the left was wearing a thong and he had an ass like two perfectly square loaves of bread.
It was 80 degrees that day. Can you imagine the stew the daddy on the right was cooking up in those leather shorts?