March 11, 2001
The morning after the Mardi Gras parade, I made a concerted effort to peel myself away from the comfort of a warm bed at 6am and crawl down to Oxford Street, to take a look at the wasteland of a party and resultant scruffy denizens. Certain regions of the street were near inapproachable due to [...]
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March 5, 2001
Adam was right when he said straight couples tend to be rather protective of each other at the gay Mardi Gras parade. We watched the parade on Saturday night, but seemed to be surrounded by a lot of straight people. We squeezed ourselves into a little nook between a crowd of people standing on milk [...]
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