So I picked today, Sunday afternoon, to visit the Sheriff's office for a good cause: to apply for concealed carry, just because. On the way, a main thoroughfare was closed off. Through thick traffic and even difficulty finding parking for my motorcycle (it was crowded), I finally parked about a block away. More streets had been closed. Instead of walking the one block, the Sheriff's deputies (manning the street closure barricades) assured me the office was open, but directed me to a long detour. Because of the Pride Parade. Oops. I picked the wrong day. It was all there: pasties, leather straps, men in skirts, onesies, push-up speedos, men and women go-go dancing on tables (outside, mind you), butches, and tattoos literally up the wazoo. This flag at this address caught my eye, and I knew it needed posting here.

After passing the debauchery on full display, the Sheriff's office was filled with pickpocket and assault victims waiting to file their reports. I got the paperwork, but decided to come back another time to file it.

Keep Holy the Sabbath.