Oklahoma City Pride was yesterday, and though Brian had taken off for a week’s business in Washington, D.C., I decided that I’d rather be out doing something – anything – than sitting at home and being sad. And though I did have a great time taking photos and killing a six-pack of Red Stripe while watching the floats go by, it wasn’t the same without my husband there. Still, I got a highly respected local politician to buy me a shot and got to reconnect with someone from high school, all of which was great craic, as they say in Ireland. I don’t go out very often at all anymore, and the majority of my friends are straight married couples, but on days like that I really enjoy being around my gays. See you queens next year!