What a weekend

I notice that it is the beginning of August and I still have an Olympic picture up.  As soon as I can get my camera to stop acting up, I will update the photo.

Ok, so it seems I have received a couple of comments stating that I may in fact be too picky.  It seems I should have given the hugger more of an effort.  Let me tell you, if someone even remotely resembling Mr. George Clooney wants to hug me, I will be the first to tell him to take his shirt off first before running into his arms.  However, I must remain firm on my resolution to never hug less than Clooney-esque strangers.

So, again in my effort to get out there and socialize, I went to the Gay Pride parade on Sunday.  I figured what girl doesn't love a challenge?  My friend Cammie has an amazing condo located conveniently  right at the finish line.  Three single ladies sat there on her lawn having a picnic of Subway sandwiches, cookies and bottles of Coke and prepared to enjoy the view. 

I gotta tell you, I was enjoying myself and laughing at some of the adsurdity of it all when along comes a show stopper about 1 hour into the whole thing.  To prepare you, I should tell you the theme this year was world acceptance.  Walking slowly and happily up the street was an elderly gentleman carrying a globe and wearing a grin......that was it - a grin.  World acceptance of having his dangly bits out there where they could get sunburned is not something I can say I have ever contemplated.  I should mention that despite the warmth of the afternoon, I suddenly got very cold and I heard little bells clanging in my head.  I had to sit down.  I had visions of what it would be like for me if I continued in my quest to secure myself an 80 year old millionaire orphan.  Not a pretty sight anymore.  After seeing that, I think I will have to up the ante - he must be at least a billionaire to make me want to see his 80 year old dangly bits.

All in all, it was a fun afternoon.  There is something about the folks in the parade - they were a very happy group.  However, it turns out not to be a very good place to meet the opposite sex and I am too old to change teams now.  It would be way too much work and I am pretty sure I wouldn't like the club meetings.

I have agreed to a coffee meeting on Thursday with a friend of a friend of a friend.  If I get poisoned, hugged or stabbed, I will not be a happy camper and may turn on said friend.  However, I will let you know how it goes.

Cheers and stay tuned