Come Support The Pie Queen and the Tartlets
Pride week has a different energy than everything that came before it. The events leading up to it are wonderful — the cabarets, the watch parties, the happy hours that turn into something more than happy hours — but Pride week itself is something else. The volume goes up. The calendar stops pretending to be manageable. Everything that has been building since the first week of June arrives at the same time, on the same days, and you just show up.
I show up.
Broadway Jukebox on Wednesday. You are out late. This is correct. Bruz Midtown on Friday. You are out later. Also correct. Pride Happy Hour on Saturday that becomes something significantly more than a happy hour, and at some point you check your phone and think: I have to be up for the parade tomorrow.
And you are. Obviously.
Here is what nobody tells you about Pride week specifically: it is wonderful and it is a lot and both of those things are true at the same time, all week, until Sunday when you put on your rainbow sequin Converse and none of the rest of it matters anymore.
The parade is the thing. I've been to a lot of events in a lot of Junes and nothing quite hits the way the parade does. It is not subtle. It is not trying to be. You show up tired and in your best shoes and you think about how long it took for this to be possible and how much it still costs people to be this visible and how your friends are out here doing it anyway — completely, at full volume, in full color.
The Pie Queen and the Tartlets will be in the parade. Of course they will. Where else would they be. Chocolatina does not do anything halfway and the Pride Parade is not the place to start. I will be on that street cheering the way she has never once needed me to but I'm going to anyway.
This is what the whole month has been pointing at. Every event, every pair of sequined sneakers, every slice of pie, every late night, every room full of people being exactly who they are — it all leads here.
Come support The Pie Queen and the Tartlets.
I'll be the one in the rainbow sequins. Obviously.
