It was cool to watch the parade go by. The thing that struck me most about the whole experience was how happy people were. This is going to sound corny, but I was really touched by how proud people were. I mean, yeah, of course... that's why they call it a Pride march, but it was really a feel-good experience. You could see it in peoples' faces. They were proud of who they were, and excited about being able to show it. I thought that was really nice: People celebrating the art of being people. That rocks. So without further ado, les photographies:
Geez, what a bunch of flags...
There was a pretty good turnout
"OMG this is totally going on Facebook!"
Typical Irish Male: "Damn feminists, outa my way... old man coming through!"
(Seriously, this old guy made the parade stop so he could cross the street!) lol
Please tell me that's where she keeps the keys to the invisible jet-plane...?
My Best Guess: 1950 Morris Oxford
My awesomer half took this portrait. It pretty much sums up the event. Isn't this a great photo?
I have to say this was still the gayest thing I saw all day.