Early this afternoon, I was so naive. I truly believed I could handle being out in the sun for an hour and a half, if only I wore a loose white, long-sleeved shirt to keep my arms from burning. Foolish child.
I got dolled up to go with the kids to the local Pride event in the park. I didn't have any real goal for the day, other than to collect a few flags and stickers, and I did do that. I should have worn a hat, especially one with a big brim, but I was just so pleased with how my hair turned out, it didn't even occur to me to grab one. It had been hazy/cloudy for most of the day, so I thought I'd be fine.
Friends, I was not fine.
The clouds cleared as soon as we got there. The temperatures were in the low 90s, and the sun was brutal. I barely completed a half tour of the booths before I was cowering in the shade of a tent, waiting for my daughter to buy a t-shirt, so I could tell her I needed to go sit in the car before I barfed. I didn't try to rush the others. I knew once I had the a/c on, I'd be better. Even then, I had to prop the sun shade up on the side window while I waited, and once I started to drive, my brain was still so baked I almost backed into another car.
I wish I had been able to go to more booths. Housemate #1 did really well spinning prize wheels, and came home with a pretty blanket and a Target gift card. My hands were comparatively empty.
Can we have a second, smaller Pride in like October, or maybe have it inside somewhere?
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