En route to Pride, Berkeley, CA.
We walked as a family to our nearest BART subway station: the girlie, the boychild, the beloved, her brother, and his two kids. Came back with our across-the-street lesbo family chums, about six hours, several hot city miles, 5 ounces of sun screen, a half-dozen friends (both expected and unexpected), and two ice cream sandwiches later. Would we do it again next year? Ask me in 364 days.