I had a win for once. Sister changed her mind a couple of days ago and decided they would march in Pride March again this year. The march started earlier this year, 2pm and so she and the Bone Doctor asked if we would like to have lunch first. We had already said we would catch up with two dyke friends so I asked if they would join us for lunch. They agreed and I booked at 12 noon a table for six at Metropol where Dreaded Nephew used to work, the old St Kilda railway station. Metropol called back an hour later and said they did not open until 1pm. This did not give enough time to eat and attend or participate in the march. I cancelled and decided we would try Monroes, somewhat of an institution in Fitzroy Street. It has been there for more than twenty five years at least.
R and I went down to Fitzroy Street early and got a great table for eight on the footpath. The dyke friends came, Sister and Bone Doctor and Little Jo, the ex NT politician. Later two other dyke friends turned up, then a couple of friends of ex NT politician, the late Dame M's Boarder hairdresser friend. We had a fine old time.
The food was great, the service good and Monroes jugs of Pride Punch, kind of like sangria, kept flowing. Our Irish waitress was fantastic. One of the seats was a bench along the footpath which was good to stand on to watch the parade.
A few people drifted off to the Catani Gardens once the march finished but oddly the entertainments etc did not start until four or later. A mistake I think. A couple drifted back, but we were getting a bit 'weary' and although the trams had not started running in Fitzroy Street yet, we walked to St Kilda Junction and caught a tram home from there.
Little Jo was a Tyke on a Trike in the Rainbow Families marching group.
Some attractive young lasses stopped at the table next along from us to pose for a photo.
After closer chest examination, I have decided it is Spiderwoman who dominates in this photo.