Altanta Pride a skosh less proud than some other prides

And wetter. Yes, I like water sports, but fuck already. I was getting ready to leave the hotel to walk down to Peachtree Center for fewd (you know, fewd) when the thunder started growling. The parade was scheduled to kick off at 1 p.m. Five of one there are occasional fat drops of rain—much like there were Saturday for a half hour or so, prior to the reemergence of the fabulous, steam-making sun—so I chanced it and headed out. Two blocks away and the rain has steadily progressed to where I'm getting wetter'n I wanna be (I have, in three separate pocketses, a camera, my cell phone, and a packa squares) so I duck into a doorway to wait for the "isolated T-storm" to pass.

What's with this term "isolated" anyway? One assumes it means a thunderstorm separated on either side by periods of fair or clear weather; well, hell, broaden the scale enough and EVERY thunderstorm is so separated. So are ice ages. Why do them weatherpeoples tantalize us with this word "isolated", making us believe we're in for a south Florida-style 5-minute gale followed by suddenly blue skies for the rest of the afternoon?

Forty-five minutes later, after the water backup in the street drains had literally blown this manhole cover

out of its seating and into the street (I have video from my camera but it needs shrinkage before any hosting sites will accept it), I decide hunger trumps dryness and scramble down the block, around the corner, and up Peachtree to the mall.

Which is closed on Sundays.
( More text and more photos: no nudity but wet underwear... up to you whether it's SFW. Though I will opine that, if it's not, you mos def need another job already. )

Proust's crypt:

I didnae mention the fundies, but as you probably know, there are always fundies. The worst sort, sort of Westboro-lite-flavored fundies, years ago brandished a sign at Columbus Pride that read 'Samurai Swords Cure Homosexuality': commemorating, with true Christian compassion, the recent (then-unsolved) murder of a drag queen with said unusual weapon.

By comparison, the Atlanta fundies were benign. They made a little noise but stayed in their assigned spots and behaved themselves. This, however—while not my photo—is too good not to share:



Photo credit: photognome