It may be the spray paint speaking, but you guys are pretty awesome, but that may be the fumes. I didn’t actually see the workout this morning, as my face was buried in paint with Turbo, but it sounded pretty great. But that could also just be what exploding brain cells sounds like. Seriously though, it smelt like a load of fun… all the screaming, and laughing, and bones cracking. All the clowns, and pigeons, and vibrant colors. It tasted like the best workout ever!
On a different note… because I didn’t see the workout… so I literally don’t know what happened after our dino-tastic bounce… other than of course that we got yelled at for being on the fountain AGAIN! PrideFest this weekend. Be there. There are countless reasons to go and show support, from what happened in Orlando to what happens across the world on a daily basis. But the most important reason that I can think of is to celebrate. Not to just celebrate the differences that we all have, and how we should cherish each other for how those things make us uniquely us. But also to celebrate how we are all the same. We are all just humans going through this life for the first time. We make mistakes. We have triumphs. We feel fear. We feel joy. We bleed. We’re all just trying to figure out how to make it through the best way we know how. So to make it easier for us and for everyone else, we love. Everyone has a place in our tribe. Let them in.
P.S. I’ve been told to apologize to you once again for the lack of clear and distinguishable rules for today’s capturing of flags… we done fucked up. Sorra!
The snozzberries taste like snozzberries,
~Sarg
Saturday – Big Gay 5K
