The nicest weather I remember for Pride. Hadn't seen the parade yet since it's been downtown. It was weird to see it there -- I liked it on the hill. We couldn't see that well, so we made tracks to Lindas. The hill felt like a ghost-town. Sunny days in Seattle always mean that Linda's patio is packed. Not yesterday.
And this person? Well, he just wanted to make sure his cat could see the Dykes on Bikes.