However, I cried so many times during queer church this morning, and also got choked up numerous times during the parade (specifically the "Sober and Proud" group and the couple with the "52 years together, 3 years married" sign). I hadn't had any excitement about watching the Parade (I'm not a parade person) but I actually enjoyed it so much.
The Festival is somewhat overwhelming by sheer dint of size, and next year we will plan meetups better, but we did pretty well (cell phones are a great invention). I successfully acquired an "Ask. Tell." dogtag (and also a purple pin that says "Kiss me twice I'm bisexual").
I forgot to look at Amy's rainbow shoes, but I give full marks to my rainbow stilletos for not killing my feet despite all the standing/walking I did all day (including walking from the Prudential to South Station with Ari&kidlet).
Oh, and the rain totally held off. Thanks, God.