Originally written August 8, 2010
I’ve said that Brighton is colorful, but Saturday took it to a whole new level. After arriving late Friday night into Brighton and crashing on Chris’s couch,
which used to be our couch – Well, kinda, I headed to town for the Gay Pride festivities. Before hitting The Level, I saw the parade and the crowd.
It was a massive storm of pink, yellow, blue, red, green, purple and gold fabric progressing down London Road to the
likes of the YMCA and The Black Eyed Peas. People were drinking in the street, dancing to the music being projected out from the vans and buses in the parade and sharing in the celebration of pride.
I felt a bit like an outsider because while I support everything that Pride stands for and gay rights, I myself am not homosexual. So while I took pictures, clapped for the police officers, firefighters and EMTs who paraded down
the street; and soaked in the atmosphere, I felt blessed to be able to take part in the celebration.
The day involved a lot of music, food, dancing and booze – As to be expected. After the parade, I made my way to Druid Arms for a drink, and then I went to the King and Queen to meet Fi and her friends. We proceed to do a make-shift pub crawl and met up
with others celebrating the occasion. The goal was to get to Preston Park where the other celebration was going on. London Road was for the parade; Preston Park was for the festival.
Preston Park was as populated as a well-attended music festival. A Warped Tour where transvestites and boy bands
were on the bill. It was awesome. I chilled out on a piece of grass, ate Doritos (Don’t judge. I was starving.) and drank my Strongbow.
I even got to play with a dog. Others were doing similar things, and some others were doing things that are typical of a festival. But despite it all, everyone was enjoying themselves, and I didn’t see even one confrontation.
After Preston Park, I went looking for my mates. I’d lost them at the park. I wasn’t immediately successful, so I went back to Druid Arms. And guess who I saw?!
There at the bar is my friend Megan who I played volleyball with when I was 16 and living in the Bay Area. I was floored. I haven’t seen her in years and here she was in Brighton working. We caught up for a quick second but as I said, she was working. The world really seems small when things like that happen. Oh, good luck, Megan!
I ended my day by eating RFC and chilling on Brighton Beach. It was my plan to sleep on the beach but too many people were there. Then I was going to go chill out near the old flat because it seemed like safe place. Luckily, Kane allowed me to spend my last night at his flat instead. Not that I think I gave him much of a choice. Thanks, Kane! =)
So the verdict is: Gay Pride was and is awesome. Congratulations to California, too. I’m glad to hear that the state is living up to its reputation.