When the gays come marching in, Saturday night edition

It’s Gay Pride week­end here in Boston– today was the parade and tomorrow’s the AIDS Walk.  The sec­tion of Boston we live in has a nice share of gay and les­bian res­i­dents and all day today we’ve seen peo­ple in super­hero and other rain­bow col­ored cos­tumes walk­ing down our street to the T Sta­tion.  As I write this post, the Pride Parade’s over, because a troop of 20 peo­ple with span­dex and wigs and lame shoes and tights and capes and neon lit hula hoops and TWO FIRE EATERS (I shit you not) just walked up the street toward a house at the end, led by an accor­dion player and three bongo drum­mers along with one of those Middle-Easterny-snake-charming-flutey thin­gies, singing “When the gays come march­ing in.”

The drum­mers have set up in the street and man, they’re good.  It’ll be fun to see how long they play tonight.  It’s 1030 now, and week­end cur­few is 12, I think.  Hope they can whoop it up until then, the neighborhood’s a bit staid otherwise.

Happy Pride, Boston.