Celebrated Pride Weekend.
Both skipped the parade and thoroughly debauched their way happily, joyfully, with no guilt attached (None needed!) through the festivities.
Both spent a great deal of their time making out with complete strangers. That is always good, in my book. One got a date with a hot, rich (My sweet little gold digger!) choreographer, and the other might be rekindling an old romance.
"Everyone loves everyone." That is what Pride means to me.
UPDATE 6/29/12: Everyone knows that the Pride Kills statement I made yesterday has nothing to do with the sort of Pride that occurs during Pride Week, right? Totally different things. Pride Kills is the name of a song I wrote with the McClung Bros back in my Suicide Doors days. It is the best song I ever wrote (although Boutique Women is pretty good, too, and Sex w/ Strangers) and its sentiment is just as true today as it was back in 1998/9 when I wrote it.