“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.” ~Tennessee Williams
Instead of a weekend at the beach it was a weekend in the District. One that resulted in the summer’s first tan lines. After lazily lying about there was the Pride parade. I don’t know what Pride is like in your town and given that I’ve only attended Pride parades in two cities it’s not as if I have a wealth of things to compare it to, that said, DC Pride was enjoyable. Think people being happy to be themselves, without fear of ridicule or being an outcast. They are free to just be. That’s what I loved about the parade. Families, religious leaders and a few real housewives rounded riding along 17th street celebrating the act of love. My heart. It was good.
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Windy
“I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighbourhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.” ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I’m writing this from a hotel in Chicago, over a pot of coffee in between checking various email accounts and gazing out the window. It’s a yucky day here. It started last night when I sat outside in a rocking chair while watching a storm roll in over Lake Michigan. Hours before the storm I sat on the beach for a break. A beach that New Yorkers don’t think is a real beach because it’s on a lake and a lake isn’t a real body of water capable of having a place to sit one’s fat ass for an hour between meetings. Whatevs. There was sand and now I have a tan line.
All photos taken with Instagram. I’m HeatherBarmore
Since I’m here in Chicago until eternity and there are so many people I’d like to see, I’m going to do a meet-up on July 5th at Quartino at 6-ish. Because wine is the best way to get people to say “See! She only plays an asshole on Twitter!” See you then.