Edward always stops at the Christian Chevron on our way out of D.C.
The Christian Chevron keeps some killer dogs out back.
House collective subconscious called for blue t-shirts.
Between Cumberland and Friendsville, MD. I'm glad my abandoned projects aren't so conspicuous as this guy's.
Edward drives slowly, but we get there all the same. There might be a lesson in there, but I'm not going to learn it.
With no holes to dig, Lil Digger sleeps in.
So does Dave.
Gay Pride and Comfest comingle, and shirts are optional at both. Bova texts me from the park: T-I-T-T-I-E-S!!!
Columbus Roller Derby, taken for Miss Mess.
Gay hockey, even.
The Flaggots.
Bova
Uh.....a tasteful Iwo Jima.
Gay cowboy bar float was blaring, "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."
This is what Dave looks like at Comfest.
Goodale Park.
View downtown.
Edward represents, gamely reads Falun Gong newsletter.
This is what Anisha looks like at Comfest.
Dave and I show off our ink, by Ms. Susan Behney, Jinx Proof DC. My dad and Julie objected to my new shirt.
Edward's patented "touched" camera face.
This dude in his Delaware Destroyers sleeveless sweatshirt reminded us of Coach.
LeVeque Tower
Ohio Supreme Court. "A commonwealth conceived and nurtured by strong men." And birthed and nursed and burped, presumably.
Old school across the river.
The Johnson Brothers play Pride.
Sponsored by Bud Lite.
Dougie.
Brass.
Aaron and Curtis.
Hot Stuff.
Universal. This song is so old, I believe they practiced it in my basement "bedroom" circa 1992.
Weird fire eaters.
More bizarre military-themed gay choreography.
This plaque is worth reading.
We climbed up onto this railroad trestle.
I wanted to cross the bridge, but my housemates deemed it "too dangerous." Sigh.
Remember last year when Miss Deaf Texas was hit by a train while texting on the railroad tracks?
Proper Comfest beer cup portage.
That's the Nationwide Building.
Stupid album cover series.
Perhaps Anisha is throwing a rock at us.
I've just seen a face.
We're walking towards the new Arena District, where the NHL and condos and brewpubs have replaced the old Ohio Penitentiary site.
Time to climb a signal tower.
Ed told me to pose, so I am the lookout on a ship, see?
Dave likes to do what I do.
But generally looks better doing it.
Late Saturday night, my dad and Mickey.
It's like my camera was drunk.
The Hudsons.
Lily.
Heather and Dylan.
My dad has this new super short haircut. It makes people rub his head.
Heather and Jay are good old friends who I don't see enough. Their kids are cute.
Lots of open space downtown.
PBR art.
Corporate art worth stopping for photos.
About to get back on the road.
Goodbye, Columbus, again.
This is where fireworks come from.
Though every year we go to a different place.
The End.
