I woke up yesterday morning looking for something Torontoish to do on Canada Day. To this end, I texted McKenzie to see if she wanted to hang out. She told me she was marching in Pride in a couple hours. I asked if she wanted someone to walk with her.
I wore my Rider Stuff because I have ‘Rider Pride’. People in Regina would have gotten the joke, but in Toronto people just thought I was some interloper who crashed the parade. I was thrice stopped by cops who told me to get on the other side of the barrier, until I explained that I was with people.
I did have a few Saskatchewan people stop me to say hi, and received a few friendly jeers from other football fans. The only real difficulty I had was finding our float. I met Lorne at our designated meeting spot, and was soon joined by Helen and Irma. They made some phone calls and led us down to into the Valley to find McKenzie and the others. We walked the whole length knowing full well, we’d just be walking back up again. When we got to the end, and still couldn’t find our float, more phone calls were made. Irma informed us that we passed them somewhere, so we RAN several kilometres back towards the front just to catch up.
Irma was misinformed and we wound up backtracking nearly all the way back to where we started. Then we caught up to where we needed to be and walked the whole parade route again. The problem wasn’t so much that she was misinformed. It’s that she walked so confidently into the wrong direction.
McKenzie and her crew were in the parade to promote a show they have coming up at the Toronto Fringe Festival. I must have handed out a few thousand hand bills to promote the show as we walked the parade route. It was a great way to interact with people. I wound up with free tickets to the show. Gonna need a date – one sporting a vagina would be nice.
Afterwards we had supper at a place on Parliament called, ‘House on Parliament’. We were thirsty, starving, and ready for a nap. I got home around seven after making plans with Rachel and Waylon to see the fireworks. After hitting the pillow for a quick snooze, I decided to stay in.
Pride was enough fireworks for me for one day.