Well, we survived gay pride in San Francisco. I can't say I was terribly impressed. It was fun to hear Olive and Martha Wash, although Martha's pretty overworked as a gay disco diva. Honestly, how long can she work "It's Raining Men?" [Pink lightening bolts will probably strike me momentarily.] We missed Jimmy Sommerville, unfortunately, because it was time to go.

ReUNION at City Hall last night was interesting, but not spectacular. It was impressive to see such a party take place in the halls of government. At one point, when we were looking for the VIP Lounge (and free cocktails) we took the elevator up to the second floor. We quickly realized that the upstairs wasn't open yet and turned around, just in time to get on the same elevator as Hizzoner Willie Brown. Eeep. Power to the people.

But despite the great setting, the party never really got going for us. We left about 11:30 and went home to meet some friends from Sacramento. We the proceeded to find somewhat trashier things to do with the rest of our weekend.

More dancing tonight at Time2. My, aren't we deplorable circuit fags. (Sorry Richard.) Thank god we have tomorrow off. I don't think I could take much more pride!