I keep checking this page, as if

someone besides me is going to post something interesting. Maybe something that I forgot I did. In a dream? Or sleepwalking? Come on, its possible.
Yesterday was the first time we've ever bothered to do something special for St. Patrick's Day. St. Louis is a interesting city in that every section has its own history populated by a different group. There's The Hill (Italian), and where we live, Dutchtown (German, was Deutchtown originally.) The Irish neighborhood is called Dogtown, and that's where the party is. Giant flashy green bead and candy throwing parade. And of course, your requisite "drinking at 8:30 am college kids.) Our friend Kosha lives down there so we hung out for the day to check it out. I realized that, at seven, Maxine didn't really have a concept of what a parade is, beyond the halloween parade at her school, kids marching around the block in their costumes. So, she had a blast. Although she was still trying to figure out the reason for all the madness. ("So, Irish people must really like necklaces!")
So some friends and I were talking today, we think we'll go to the STL gay pride parade. How rad would it be to march in it as a group of crunchy, bisexual moms, with all our kids and stuff? Next to the floats with disco dancing hardbodied men? Of course, we might get ostracized for identifying as bisexual, with male life partners and kids. But then again, I can't accurately join groups like "Straight But Not Narrow" either. Points to ponder.