In the afternoon, Lucy and I took a tricycle ride (her on trike, me walking) to Cliff’s Variety store in the Castro so she could spend her $22 on whatever she wanted.  She picked a pirate and some treasure.  We ran into some friends – Fred, Minne, Jonathan, Sarah, Esther – and then headed over to Eureka Rec Center where Lucy and Sarah balanced on the teeter totter:

We noticed police shutting down streets near the playground and decided to head home and see what all the fuss was about — it was a sit-in in the middle of 18th/Castro protesting Prop 8:

When we got home, my flyclear card had arrived in the mail – I’m officially not a terrorist!

Then we scampered off to Paul’s birthday party in his backyard with a fire pit and chili (not sure if it was really vegetarian or not but I was polite and just ate it) and yummy s’mores and, according to Lucy, “fun creepy paths” to wander around the dark garden.  There was chitchat at the party about prop 8, about someone who’s getting married soon, and I did my best to try to avoid it.  I still can’t stop the tears sometimes when people talk about prop 8 and I don’t want to be pitied by straight people.  I was slightly relieved when Lucy pulled me away to go play somewhere.  Sometimes a child’s whining is a good excuse to get out of an awkward adult conversation.