Boot or Sandal?

When I got back from lunch, I think I may have walked into the middle of a conversation between my supervisor and the general manager that maybe I shouldn't have been present for. It may not have directly involved me at all, but let's just say it was a workplace subject that had me rattled at the mere mention.

But enough about that. John and I had some quite alright times (despite a couple of petty, loud arguments) at the Gay Pride March in Chicago (where they actually let the politicians march before the Dykes on Bikes - can you say "sacrilege," boys and girls? Anyway, we got to have breakfast with John's beautiful, young friend Sean, and that alone was worth the trip!) and Summerfest in Milwaukee (Robert Randolph and the Family Band tore up a side stage on July 4th!! All that skill, and he's a Mets fan, too.). Add the Men's Festival to that formula, and it could actually be a nice summer for a change...

I still can't believe a took a 30-minute walk along the bike trail in these bitch-heel (practically!) shoes!

This has been a wonderful little trip - wonderful getting down here (and getting John down here as well, since he hadn't been on a commercial flight since 1974, y'all), and very wonderful seeing Susan's beautiful new house and grounds, and meeting her daughter Sarah and her family. I think Susan will really like the iMac G5 she bought (on our advice) on Saturday, and it was fun helping her get acquainted.

Franklin Street in Chapel Hill is a cool little place to spend some time; I've got to plan another trip down here to see more of the area, and maybe a side trip to the beaches as well.).

Flipping channels this morning, I caught a local Raleigh anchorman named Bill Leslie, who I intend on having verrry dirty thoughts about for at least a week.

Too bad John and I are flying back to Wisconsin in a few hours...