Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

So. We didn't proactively do any Pride related activities today.  I say proactively because it is frankly hard for us not to accidentally participate. We live right in the thick of the whole shebang.  The parade gets staged right out front our building and then it ends a few blocks away. So yeah. It's a dawn till dusk type scenario where every time we leave, we gotta take ID because there are barricades and police and we can't get back to our apartment without showing proof of residence.  Luckily the "proof" is pretty loosely defined or we'd still be out there. I left without ID but they let me call the doorman to vouch for me. It was awkward as fuck. Now I'm going to have to give a big ass holiday tip. Tom showed a UPS alert he had on his phone with the address. This was a far superior plan to mine for reasons of finance and also it was a lot faster. After the first border patrol incident, we got smart and started telling the officers as we exited the bar...