Before the Dyke March, the Viking and I walked over to Dolores Park to ogle the ladies.  When we were on the way I texted my high school ex-girlfriend, Erica.  (You might recognize her name from my diary entries from the early 1990s.)  She had texted me the day before letting me know she’d be in town for LGBT Pride.  We went to high school east of Sacramento at Oak Ridge High School in El Dorado Hills, California.

She assured me that she contacted me because she wanted to see me.  Nonetheless, I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t contact me after I let her know I was at Dolores Park.  The Viking and I walked around the park doing some serious people watching and finally lie down in the sun.  It felt so nice to have the sun shining on our faces whilst the breeze was blowing over our skin.

I had wanted to see the truffle guy.  I assured the Viking – on several occasions – that the truffle guy had some very tasty, and potent, truffles.  I kept telling him that the truffle guy had copper vessels that shined in the sun.  We have been to Dolores Park on numerous occasions, all without seeing the truffle guy.  I haven’t seen the truffle guy in ages, years.

But when we were lying on the grass I saw a guy who had an army green messenger bag with a “Magic Brownies” sign on it.  I called him over by saying, “Hey, brownie guy, over here!”  The Viking and I shared half a brownie.  We decided we wanted to have dinner at Dosa.

Dosa, however, wasn’t open until 5:30, so we walked to the Latin American Club and had margaritas.  Latin American Club’s margaritas are delicious and large (just like the best cocks).  On the way back to Dosa, my phone rang.  My ring tone right now has a guy saying, “Shut up and fuck him.”  I laugh nearly every time I hear it.

It was Erica.  She said her phone didn’t have service until just then.  I hear service in San Francisco is shitty, though I rarely have any trouble at all.  We were off to dinner; she was off to do dykey things.  She said she’d contact me after some other events she was attending.

Dinner was delicious, though they didn’t have the specific things I wanted, these round shells that can be individually made by the diner to taste wonderfully spiced.  Everything we did have at Dosa was tasty.  We may go back for brunch, when the shell things will be served.

This is the Dyke March Lego person.  She is a militant lesbian.  She has long hair because she thinks doing nothing but putting her hair in a ponytail is the easiest way to take care of it.  She is a “larger” gal.  She goes to Ren Faires.  She’s a LARPer.  She would have been at Dolores Park today wearing something a little too tight, a little too revealing.  But we wouldn’t have messed with her because of her extremely large axe.  (The Lego thing will make more sense after reading June 21, 2010‘s post.)

I swear.  True story.

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