Do want June 27, 2008

Oh my God.

MeShell Ndegeocello will be performing at San Francisco pride tomorrow.

Why didn’t anyone tell me???

OK, the deal: Lizzie and I are moving soon, so we have to save money. Further, Lizzie is out of town this week (sad, lonely week), and returns via plane tomorrow morning. So, we hadn’t planned on going to S.F. pride.

I don’t know how many of you kids have gone to S.F. pride. This is the only big pride celebration I’ve been to, so I can’t compare it to, say, Chicago or L.A. But we’ve gone the last two years and loved it. We’re such geeks — we mostly do a lot of walking around. And basking in the completely queer vibe. And I mean queer. Which is fabulous — S.F. is already pretty queer on a normal day. Pride weekend is a fucken holiday. Everyone wishes “Happy Pride!” The Castro is packed. I walked around in a wife beater one year and completely fit in. Even the straight people are queer. It’s fabulous.

So I’ve been spending my time trying not to think about the parade we’re missing, in my favorite city on Earth. In fact, I was sure it was last weekend. So anyway, I’ve been here on the Internets instead of doing work like I should, and I happened to stumble across the acts… Not only is it tomorrow, but it turns out Ndegeocello , Margaret Cho, and Cyndi Lauper are all appearing.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I want to go! MeShell takes the stage at 3:40. Lizzie’s plane arrives here at 10 a.m. It’s a three-hour drive. And you can’t just drive into Pride. You crazy? I’d have to park someplace and BART or MUNI it over.

I can’t do it. It’s crazy. At least to catch that performance. But now I’m all hepped up, thinking of maybe spending money I shouldn’t be spending and going to Pride anyway, if for nothing else, the festival (gay schwag!) and the parade Sunday. And not to mention getting some fabulous S.F. food. Maybe catching a sunset on the Bay…

Man! I want to go. Somebody needs to talk some sense into me. Stat.

Edit: You know, I just remembered. Northern California is on fire. Literally. It smells like a chimney here in the Central Valley — it’s hard to breathe, the air is blue, visibility is just three miles or so, and officials are telling everyone to stay indoors. It’s Dante-esque — and we aren’t even close to where thousands of acres are burning. Maybe we should just stay at home after all. Dammit.