It took the entire parade, oh, about four minutes to pass. But they were loud, they were enthusiastic, they were colorful, and they had great signs, some in English. Some rhyming in English.
Yeah, everyone's better at foreign languages than we are. There was also no shortage of balloons, no shortage at all.
The spirit of pride may have been intensified this year by the crazy attack on a prominent Slovenian gay activist this week. It's pretty messed up, especially for a country that generally seems pretty moderate on social issues. They have registered partnerships for same-sex couples (which doesn't afford them exactly the same rights as married couples, but a number of political parties are looking to broaden the law), and they allow gay people to serve in their military (like, oh, almost every other decent country in the world).
The greatest spectacle yesterday actually had nothing to do with Pride. It was a big night for bachelor/bachelorette parties in the old town, and it seems like people take them much more seriously here than at home. Like, they all have matching t-shirts and stuff. The fellow below was amusing sidewalk cafe patrons all over town by land-skiing down the cobblestone streets, pulled by his friends.
The skis were actually sparking on the stone. It was kind of spectacular. And I don't know why the theme shirts all had "69" on the front. Maybe I don't want to know.
Today started off as all Sundays should: with a trip to the awesome "random stuff" market that appears every Sunday morning. Don't knock it...the random stuff is great!
I finished off the morning with a trip to a restaurant with what I can only assume is a beautiful, traditional Slovenian name.
Oh, world. You rule.
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