The forecast temperature was 39 degrees and I was really not sure that it was good idea to go. But we gathered up our skirts and made the effort. A temporary rainbow crossing was quickly painted on Fitzroy Street.
We used to have lunch on the street before the 2pm parade at the three decade old Monroes, but it closed and changed to Rococo. They did well for us last year but for some reason known only to them, they did not open until 1pm, too late for us who were there at noon.
Here come the police marching, led by Chief Commissioner Lay.
A couple of our friends arrived earlier and ensconced themselves at Leo's Spaghetti Bar, another decades old St Kilda institution. They would not move tables around for our larger group, but there was a couple of tables joined together with seating for eight. We sweated on it and eventually got it. Perfect.
Yes, love your kids, the gay ones, the straight ones and the confused ones.
Do you know how hard it is for a drag queen to appear in daylight, let alone in stinking hot weather?
Pulling up at the rear, 'is that an odour from the admirers?'
Australia's oldest and longest running gay radio station, Joy Melbourne. I don't really listen now aside from a podcast I download, Techno Gayze. The rather grand house in the background belonged to disgraced television personality, and convicted tax cheat Steve Vizard. At least he didn't do a Rolf.
At Leo's I felt we were being watched by management, as if we were all going to jump up and run away without paying the bill. Given the oldest among us was 70, it was most unlikely.
There may be one of those shirt lifter types among the Melbourne Pipe Band, but no matter. The band was most excellent.
A real novelty here, an Asian drag queen and another with a very tight looking set of bosoms. While bosoms are not of great interest to me, I find watching the more genuine wobbling jelly type far more interesting.
Bone Doctor and Little Jo were going to come and march, but decided no once they heard the forecast temperature. As far as I saw, Rainbow Families weren't present this year. I didn't see Yellow Kitties this year, Asian Lesbians, nor quite a few other multicultural groups. I did note Greek and Gay and Aleph, the Jewish male? gay group.
Bernadi is an Australian Government Senator and a US comparison might be Sarah Palin. He is an absolute ****wit and only in parliament because of the way our upper house Senate works.
There were six of us who lunched at Leo's. After we paid the bill, we then had coffee and had another bill. Including what those who 'called in' for a while and paid cash to us, the bill was well over $300. The staff were quite good but inexperienced backpackers doing a temporary job. They tried and what more can you ask. That was $300 plus that did not go into the coffers of Rococo because they did not open until 1pm. Its loss.
Emergency Services Victoria marched. They have subsequently been quite busy with fires.
Whore Pride, don't you love it.
Trams were not running in Fitzroy Street until after 4.30. We needed to walk to St Kilda Junction in the heat to get a tram home. Our friend offered us a lift home. We walked up Fitzroy Street and climbed the Princes Street hill to his car, which was stinking hot. He kindly drove us home, but it was probably as easy to catch the tram at St Kilda Junction. A nice person in Princes Street was looking after thirsty dogs, and I am sure any other critter who wanted a drink.