#52: Attend Chicago Pride with Joe

I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I agreed to go to Chicago Pride with Joe. All I knew was that it worked out too perfectly to NOT go: I had the time off, it was right in between our birthdays, airfair through Southwest was ridiculously cheap and Joe had a place I could crash at.

What I got myself into was a weekend long blur filled with gyrating boys, lots of screaming, lots of laughing, beautiful people, delicious food, an over-the-top parade that was a feast for the eyes, more condoms than I have ever seen, more memories than I could care to explain, crowds filled with mostly naked people, more long islands than I have ever seen in a lifetime and too many photos taken to document the chaos.

In other words? It was the time of our lives.

#75: Send Out a Message in a Bottle

The idea of a message in a bottle seems very romantic to me. The idea that someone has taken the time to write down their thoughts or hopes or dreams and send it out without any idea if anyone will see it appeals to me. Perhaps because it's so old-fashioned. Or becauce there is an element of drama in it.

To commemorate our six-month anniversary, John and I sent out our very own message in a bottle when we were in Traverse City. We liked the idea of it somehow finding it's way to Chicago after being tossed around in the waves for months or maybe years.

And what was the message that was sent? Only two people in this world know. Or maybe three if some lucky person has found it by now...