Here’s a lesson for you all:
Never yell “go straight” in the middle of Dyke March in San Francisco .
Even if that’s what your friend Christine told you to say.
Not out of protest, or even a dare. But because the group you drank champagne with in the park with all day, is now headed out to find a place to eat. Except, the change of venue is also happening at THE EXACT MOMENT Dyke March is starting, and suddenly, everyone from your group is getting swept up in the parade and colliding with people carrying drums, protest signs, glitter, and rainbows.
I am good at following directions. And I’m loud.
Unfortunately, James and Audra, who I was yelling to, who were in my line of vision only 2 seconds ago HAVE SUDDENLY DISAPPEARED. And I realized then, the implications of the words I just shouted, and the context of where I shouted these words. And that I was suddenly alone with about 15 people shooting stink rays at me.
Sometimes, trying to explain things is way worse than letting things go. But it didn’t stop me from trying!
If I had stayed a second longer, I might have been disemboweled and buried in glitter. Fortunately, Christine found me RIGHT ON TIME.
Let this be a lesson to you kids!