Date with a Festival

“Hey,” Rick says, “how about us going to the Gay Pride Festival the following Saturday?”
“What? You mean you’re actually going to be free to do something like that on a weekend?”
“Yeah, darlin’, it just so happens that I am. No murals to do, no classes, and I’m not on shift at the Rescue Squad.”
“Wow, I can’t believe it! But I thought all that was in June.”
“The parades usually are, but Asheville has a Gay Festival in the Fall.” He shrugs. “I saw it the other night on the computer. They’ve been doing it for years now.”
“In that case, it’s a date.”

But that date turns into something they never expected to happen