Pride 2007

Last weekend was Gay Pride in San Francisco. I'm sorry to say that the last time I went to SF Pride was before I got Natalya :( To be specific, Andrea and I went to the Dyke March then. We were supposed to meet my pal Pati there and a funny thing happened along the way... It went something like this:

I called Pati on her cell phone when we got to the Castro (as planned). Keep in mind that when Pati and I talk on the phone we goof around a lot. We sing to each other and say "hello" in very affected ways.

Pati: Hello?
Me: Helloooooooo! Happy Pride!
Pati: Hellooooooo to you too!
Me: Hey there Patooti! What's shaking?
Pati: Helloooooo darlin'! (in a sing-song voice)
Me: So let's meet in front of the Gauntlet baby.
Pati: Okay -- see you there in a few minutes. Bye!
Me: Okay. Bye.

Andrea and I walked over to the Gauntlet and I didn't see Pati so I called her back.

Pati: Hello?
Me: Howdy. Where are you?
Pati: In front of the Gauntlet.
Me: No you're not. I'm standing here and I don't see you.
Pati: I swear to you — I'm in front of the Gauntlet.
Me: Then why can't I see you?
Pati: If you want your cell phone back you need to find me.
Me: Huh? What are you talking about?
Pati: You left your cell phone in my car and I'm trying to meet you to return it.
Me: But I'm talking to you on MY cell phone.
Pati: Wait a minute -- do you have long red curly hair?
Me: No Pati. But you do you big idiot!
Pati: Oh no! I'm not Pati. I just have her phone.
Me: Huh?
Pati: This woman with red curly hair left her cell phone in my car. I gave her a ride to the Dyke March but I don't know her.
Me: Oh — so you've been answering Pati's phone...
Pati: Well yeah. I was hoping that I could figure out a way to get the phone back to her.

Needless to say, Pati got her phone back that night and we both had a great big laugh about the ordeal.