Okay, she makes me pretty damn proud, too:
We had a wonderful time at Pride on Sunday, though my camera didn't get much use. I did whip it out of my bag a few times to get pictures, like the one of Shoryl above, and these:
All in all, my first Pride was a good one. I even withstood 6 1/2 hours in the scorching sun, a picnic lunch, and several pests of the winged variety. Once we were done with the sun (and done shopping), Shoryl and I went out to dinner at a local oriental place, and came home to collapse into welcome air conditioning. Those pictures, however, I'm not allowed to show you.
**Thanks must be given to those who contributed to the development of the Pride Highs, without whom I never would have finished (at least, I'm sure they think so):