Oh Gay Pride

So Karol and I (and my si-star in law) went to Gay Pride this weekend in Baltimore. After a weekend of gay I have come to a number of conclusions that I feel need to be shared with others so that they can comment on them:

1. Karol and I are still cute (according to the random lady at Pride that told us so)
   
   
2. As I have gotten older, I feel that every gay pride I go to is more and more of a shit show. I mean really, why is this ok?
   
   
3. Buckets are good for many things...including being used to sell overpriced drinks to unsuspecting ladies such as myself.
   
   
   
4. Drag Queens that perform outside at 2pm in the sun on grass in heels are my heroes (or heroines...I'm not sure)
   
   
   
   
5. The older I get the tackier I think wearing rainbow paraphernalia is...I KNOW I never did. Karol may have, but very subtly (think a rainbow ring).Nothing like this. 

   

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6. Just because you put black tape over your nipples doesn't mean you aren't naked as a jay bird in front of thousands of people. (I was kind enough to black out her face...but she really didn't care about being photographed)
   
   
   
7. Apparently smoking weed outside at a festival is all the rage...and people don't seem to care if you see them doing it or if there are little kids around. I don't care if ppl smoke...but don't be like that. 
   
   
   
   
   
8. Abandoned shopping carts can be turned on their side so that short people can see the stage from the back of the crowd.
   
   
   
   
   Those are the things I have learned from this year's pride.