I went to a Pride Parade watching party with my friend Joyce. The highlight, of course, was seeing my friend Joyce. The venue itself was great. There were big fans (as is the "whoosh whoosh" kind), there was good nosh, there were good drinks... However, most of the action was downstairs, watching the World Cup.
Then Joyce started flagging, and I really didn't want to be out that much. But somehow, we ended up in the Village. That didn't last long for either of us.
And that was my Parade commentary. Sorry.
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