Happy Pride from GCL and Friends

I'm chomping on one of three dozen bagels that James and I bought for the Pride brunch we hosted yesterday. It was a day of air kisses and camaraderie, pecs and pressed flesh, disco and trance, mimosas and sequins. Our little brunch was the run-up to the parade along Fifth Avenue and the Heritage of Pride Pier Dance (VIP access this year for GCL and friends thanks to the job, holla!). I've bored y'all with what Pride means for me last week, so the day after the festivities which culminated in a spectacular fireworks show on the Hudson, here are some pictures for your Monday morning amusement...