Commitment Ceremony in Front of City Hall, 6/23

Did I mention that my parents were here to visit over Pride weekend? Yes, they were. It was the last thing that I ever expected, although it is something that I have been hoping for for years.

It just happened that they picked that weekend to stop in San Francisco on their trip. They have been planning a trip around the West Coast to see my sisters and I for several months now, and they knew that I was going to be on the East Coast singing so they wanted to time their stay here around that, but I guess that I didn't think about the fact that it would be Pride weekend, and they weren't aware. By the time they settled on the dates of their trip and told me, there wasn't time to change it. However, I am so glad that that is how it worked out.

It absolutely exhausted me, and meant that we didn't have as much time together as I would have liked, but it was still a great experience.

My parents are some of the most amazing people

Because I was so tired and getting sick, I had to have them bring me back into the City relatively early. It was unfortunate, because they had a restaurant that they wanted to share with me, but I just wasn't up to it.

They came into the City by ferry on Saturday to hear us perform at a domestic partner's commitment ceremony at City Hall. That gave them an opportunity to meet Kathleen who put them to work handing out concert flyers. Then they came to listen to us rehearse with Kim Kuzma for the parade the next day. After that, we went and got some dinner together on Church (the great little crêpe place there near Market) then they had to rush back to catch their ferry again.

Sunday morning they met the Chorus where we were queuing up for the parade. I think by that time they were getting a little tired and a little overwhelmed because they just weren't in a social mood. The pretty much stood to the side and just watched everyone else. That was a little awkward for me because I would have much rather been running around socializing with the guys than standing at the edge with my parents, but I didn't want them to feel ignored.

After the parade, I was drafted pretty quickly to serve cocktails at a stand that was being run by the Chorus, and Mom and Dad were ready to go back North. They came over and said their goodbyes so I wasn't really able to talk with them about their experience, but I will give them a call after they get back to Colorado.

It really is kind of a wonderful thing to be able to say that I had my parents come to the Pride Parade with me. I don't imagine that is something many parents would even consider.

My parents are some of the most amazing people and I consider my self so very lucky.