Gaysville finally comes to the West Village. After nearly a year of wondering if I would find more in my neighborhood than uptight pushchair dronettes, finally I was blessed with streets overrun by gay men dancing and bopping to the sound of music and the floats of the New York Pride Parade.

Stood for 4 hours on 5th Ave watching the antics, followed by the last couple of hours on my balcony (read fire escape) looking down on Christopher Street. I heard rumors that over 1 million attended, explaining why the area looked like a bomb-site by the end of the evening. Thankfully, the wonders of the Department of Sanitation meant that by the time I headed to the gym at 6am this morning (just mentioned that in passing for those sitting agasp at the concept - I am a new man!) the place was as spotless as a spotless thing can be in New York City. The numbers do suprise me a little, since that would represent about 10% of the Manhattan population base - but they (being the Gay Mafia) tell me this is a major visitor attraction. Anyhoo numbers aside it was a fun day with mild sun and plenty of shirtless men around. All good.

So that being that I am taking the day off work (Monday) for a bit of rest and relaxation in the glorious weather of the first few days of summer.

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