'Bred Crumbs
07.02.02
Overheard on the way into the MUNI station exiting the Pride Weekend expo at the Civic Center on Sunday:
The last comment was much funnier before I saw that he was looking at a flier with her face on it.
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There was of course much to see at the Castro street party on Saturday night. Here is the non-R-or-higher-rated highlight: at around 1 p.m. – as the Public Sex Hour gave way to the Broken Glass And Vomit Hour – we were wading the throngs on Castro Street when suddenly, a foot in front of us, was the face of Ian McKellen. There wasn't time to say anything or even fawn; he was there, we registered who it was, he was gone. It's great to see that this fine actor is also a partier. I'm told that the next morning, when he was interviewed during coverage of the Pride parade of which he was the only grand marshal* who mattered, he listened to the questioning and enthusing of a notably overly perky local commentator, then asked in his distinguished British accent, "Why are you shouting at me?"
Another pleasant surprise of the night was hearing someone shout hello to me, and turning to see a co-worker I don't know well and whom I would never have guessed would be fully participating in Pride, if you follow my vagueness. It's wonderful when stereotypes fail.
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