(You thought I was going to say Pride and Prejudice.)
As one might imagine,
San Francisco is the place to be for Pride weekend (especially this year, in
light of the Supreme Court’s ruling).
What better way to celebrate, I thought, than to attend the San
Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus Elton John sing-along? No better way.
I bought 6 tickets for a triple date with Evan and Hannah and the newly
engaged (!) David and Christine, and listened to all my Elton favorites in
preparation.
I expected (and received)
an evening of musical fun. I did
not, however, expect to bawl my eyes out.
I am having trouble expressing how powerful it was to witness these 300
men joyfully sing Philadelphia Freedom.
(Who knew Philadelphia Freedom followed by Can You Feel the Love Tonight
would be such a lethal combo.) Any
words that I’m putting to paper/ screen right now are either coming out too
sappy or preachy and I really hate both of those things. So I will just say: I felt like I got
hit by a truck full of relevance and emotion. They can get married! Life liberty pursuit of
happiness! For real! America! Slowly but surely filling out the wisdom of our founding
fathers!
On a less sappy and possibly more
awkward note, I accidentally wore a semi-transparent shirt to work today. I’ve worn this same shirt to work many
times without issue, so imagine my surprise when I looked at myself in the
bathroom mirror and suddenly felt semi-naked. The problem, I realized, wasn’t the shirt so much as
the bra. I recently purchased a white
bra as it had been approximately 298374 years since I had done so. I thought today would be a good day to
wear it, as my shirt is also white (with a lovely lace motif). I guess I am used to wearing a brownish-gray
white bra (which camouflages quite well under this shirt) rather than a
blinding-here-I-am white bra. Sorry, coworkers.
