GAY PRIDE in SF and more

On Saturday and Sunday there was the famous festival to celebrate LGBT community. Unfortunatelly I was at work both days (am shift) but the harder we celebrated it during night
On Saturday we went on Castro street were the whole thing was held. There were tons of people in the streets- men, woman, gay, bi, straight, black, white... Everybody was different ... and at the same time everybody was equal. There is huge difference between Gay Pride in Slovakia and America... In Slovakia there is only few people on the Gay Pride and the whole event must be watched by officers all the time to prevent any fight or assault. In America there is almost everyone, no officers needed to prevent fights against other people- only to take care about people who need help because they drunk too much.

On Saturday we hit the streets (shtreet as Paja would say :D ) at 10pm, bought some booze across the street (we are kinda regular customers there) and get on metro to Castro Street. It was hilarious! There were thousands of people dancing and singing and wishing everybody happy pride!
We met this cute guy Erik and spent with him the whole night. We went to a club to dance oddly and to have few more drinks. When security told us that it is time to leave (not because we were drunk or something, just because here in SF you can´t have fun longer than till 2am) Anyways... as Ted Mosby keeps saying "After 2am nothing good happens" and this time it was more than true.
After we walked out of the bar we decided to buy some more booze in a gas station (it was few minutes before 2am so we had to hurry up). Not completely sober Paja run into the street and was hit by a cab. It was terrible! Just like when you see it in movies. He stood up, waved his hand a told that he´s okay and just keep on going to the gas station. We didn´t even have time to buy anything but ice cream and we already saw officers looking for Paja. It was 8 of them, taking their job too seriously so we spent with them about an hour filling out some papers, re-telling the story and waiting for a doctor. After few moments we were good to go, everybody in terrible shock.

And what is more...that was not over. On our way home we found a man lying on a street covered in blood. I guess he got into a fight, his face was smashed, blood everywhere, he can barely talk. We wanted to get him into stabilized position, I tried to talk to him if he know where he is, what happened and what day is it today. I also tried if he doesn´t have damaged his spine- if he can move with his fingers and toes. Juri called 911 but some guy (I suppose his friend) took the guy, "helped" him stand up really quickly and just marched him away without any help provided.

And in that moment it was just too much for me- I collapsed, started crying without any chance to hush me. I could barely walk, felt so weak so Paja had to truss me all the way home. I was silent all the way- only my cry was distorting the silence. Because of this I am hypersensitive about cars and ambulance hooter.

It was a hard night, lucky...it´s over. We are okay, Paja´s back is fine fortunatelly.

On Sunday we went to Castro street again but this time nothing that bad happened. We met two nice girls- lesbians- Lisa and (***) don´t remember so we spent the night with them. We went to their amazing house, had a glass of champagne, dip in their jaccuzi and talked all night. It was better than on Saturday- no drama, no officers, no ambulance...

After all...it was pretty fun....Don´t worry and please... don´t tell my mum :)