We had a very successful Pride Picnic. I still have to check the numbers, but I think we met or topped 300 attendees. Lots of different folks, quite a few who brought their kids. I feel really positive about the whole experience.
One evil quip: my friend Bruce and his partner Tony put up the volleyball net. He said that it was taut at the top, where the net was, but the bottom wasn't tight. I shot back with "Heavens! You just described half the men at this picnic." (Followed by a drag on the imaginary Bette Davis cigarette. I have never smoked, but it needed some kind of punctuation.)
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