It's Way Too Hot for Gay Pride

MAN, it's hot! Well, at least by Saint Plotniko standards. This morning at the b-ball court, the guys slogged up and down the court, then packed into the tiny bit of bench where there was some shade between games, 'til it was time to walk back onto the broililng asphalt to play again. The older guys (Plotnik) always want to play in the heat more than the younger guys do. "Hey, Jose! I'm twice your age and I'm out here ready to go! Hey, Alfredo! You gonna let somebody your grandfather's age put you to shame?"

The answer Plotnik kept getting was one or another variant of "Oh, shut the f___ up."

Riding home from the court on the Plotzkicycle, Plot heard, for at least the tenth time in the last day, "Thriller" blasting from someone's car stereo.



We're lucky. World Headquarters has three levels. Downstairs, where the bedrooms and living spaces mostly are, is always cool. The main level, where the kitchen, dining room, billiard parlor and reading rooms are, is hotter. Upstairs, in the Lair of the Beezie and the World Archive of Plotnik Sacred Texts (attic), it's stiflingly hot, even with all the new insulation in the roof.



Meanwhile, it's Gay Pride Weekend. This means that last night, as Plot and Duck were trying to get to SF Playhouse for the opening of the fantastic "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest," the streets in the Mission were completely blocked by Dykes on Bikes. A few detours around and a hop onto the freeway finally took care of the problem, but as Plot was seething behind the wheel in stopped traffic, he and Duck were thinking the same thing: "I don't really care about Gay Pride anymore. Marry whomever you want and have the same rights everybody else gets, but just don't block my FREAKING traffic!"

To be honest, he feels the same way when the bicycle coalition blocks the streets, and the same way when it's NO MORE WAR IN IRAQ! Can't we protest without making everybody else in a crowded little city have to pay the price? We're on your side, guys, c'mon.

Today there will be several hundred thousand people downtown at City Hall for a rally. Not this kid. It's hot. Pass the lemonade.