Awoke this morning to the sound of drums. No ordinary drums, mind you…pagan drums…coming from across the street in Balboa Park. Sure enough, it was Sept. 12th, Pagan Pride Day. Yeah, I never heard of it either, and I’m from New York City. As far as I knew, a pagan is just an atheist, only not as well dressed.
The music was good, so I grabbed my camera and trudged among the tents selling magick charms (major credit cards accepted), fast food for druids, and shiny swords.
I never found the infamous Pagan orgy tent, but some belly dancers caught my eye—love at first sight.
All in all, it was a colorful day in San Diego and one—swear to god—I won’t forget.