Paula asked, ‘Did you and Daniel have a good talk?’

Franzi hesitated, ‘I think so. We talked about how he and Helga met at a carnival. She’s even managing a dunking booth right now.’

Paula said, ‘I guess it wouldn’t be a lot of fun without some games. Are you having a good time?’

Franzi answered, ‘Only cause I’m with you’ and kissed Paula’s lips.

Paula and Franzi’s exploring went for 5 miles of people wearing Pride t-shirts, shouting out slogans, and everybody showing their own pride. Franzi wanted to ride a roller coaster but Paula was a little protective.

Franzi said, ‘Paula, I can handle a single ride on a coaster. It’s not like I’m going to ride it 10 times in a row.’

Paula responded, ‘Whoa, good. Because I don’t know if I have the stomach for that many turns, falls, and loops.’

Franzi said, ‘That’s why I’m only going 3 times.’ Paula panicked and Franzi laughed at Paula’s face. ‘Ha ha.’

Franzi went for her coaster ride and Paula got some mango/pear Gelato. When Franzi’s car was ready for its first high fall, Paula yelled ‘GO, FRANZI’ and held up Franzi’s Gelato like a torch. Franzi’s car mate told her the best way to enjoy a coaster was to let her hands go for the fall.

Franzi asked, ‘Are you crazy? This is a mile high fall!’

The man said, ‘You won’t fall out. Trust me.’

Franzi patted the bar and said, ‘This is all I trust’ and then the car went down. ‘Holy shit. OH MY GOD!’ And the screaming never stopped.

Paula and Franzi competed in Tug of War with them, a group of same sex couples, against actors portraying real life idiots alongside muscle bound guys who pretended to be homophobic Bible thumpers. The rules were that nobody could add extra weight to their side by sitting down as an anchor. It was obvious that the homophobes were ideal to lose at Pride but they still give it their all before being pulled into the 3 ft. deep mud pool.

In keeping with his character’s voice, the Bush actor asked, ‘Don’t you realize that if I lose, than the enemies of all that is pure and right with the world win? And that is something that my daddy, George Sr., would not want. No siree, Bob.’