Four hours in direct sunlight. 30 degrees Celsius. I exhausted my only source of water in the first half hour. The Pride Parade seemed to never end. I feel amazingly sunstruck right now.
But I saw lots of sweaty men, many of them attractive, some of them wearing less than these two canids are. That makes it all better.
I had to skimp on the background or I'd have gotten no sleep at all. Still, all things considered, I'm amazed I could hold a pencil.
