I went to Palm Springs Pride this past weekend. I was suppose to go with three other women, but after a boatload of lesbian drama, I ended up going by myself, and hanging out with myself all weekend. Normally, I wouldn't venture out alone to an event out of town, however, by the end of a dramatic week I was functioning in "Fuck It" mode, and ready to manufacture some fun.

I had a blast. The people of Palm Springs were very kind, and generous with me. I left my house with directions from Yahoo to get to Palm Springs. After I arrived, I had to rely on the generosity of strangers to get to the events. At one point I was so lost that I stopped at a gas station, and asked the attendant where the Pride festival was. She said, "Hon, go through the next two lights then make a right, and find a place to park."

The next day before the parade, I was trying to buy a bottle of water. I went into several establishments, and asked the women hanging out if the place sold bottled water. A number of women offered up their water without a hesitation. I couldn't help thinking, "Oh, I like this town......." Once I bought some water, I went looking for the perfect piece of 6" concrete real estate. A straight woman offered me her husband's chair so that I could sit in comfort and watch the parade. How cool is that?

The highlight of the weekend had to be two-stepping with Bella daBall. She was very tall gal with big pink hair, colorful shades, pink mini skirt, and yellow heals. That girl could dance! She was well over seven feet with her hair, and would spin me like I was a feather.

It is just amazing how well my life works when I stay out of the way. I couldn't have asked for a better weekend.