dykes on bikes

So this is old news, deal with it.
I started a new job in March and moved to a new unit at the end of April. The Neuroscience Institute has affiliated itself with my hospital and we have a newly remodeled unit, new staff and new charge nurse. I'm new to the area so I have been sitting back taking everything in, trying to get a handle on everyone. My gaydar went off with this new charge nurse, but she was using pronouns that led me to believe that she was with someone, maybe a man, maybe a woman.

Fast forward to Pride weekend, the parade. Dykes on Bikes are leading the parade and there are at least a 100 bikes. There in front of my very eyes was my charge nurse driving her bike with a woman holding on tight behind her. I was a little surprised and blurted out "that's my charge nurse!". The cameras came out and there we had her on film. I emailed it to my charge nurse not knowing if she was out at work. Since I had asked for that Sunday off and made a trade for my shift, she thought I might be in attendance. Isn't that a riot? So, the other day I took my soy filled angel to Starbucks and we met my dyke on bike charge nurse and her g/f. We eneded up at her place, ordering pizza and having drinks...for 6 hours! I'm actually very glad this happened. I was not getting the best of vibes at work from the staff, and it's an old Catholic institution that has been bought out by the current medical center. Let's just say that I have been hesitant to disclose anything too personal in this new setting. Things are looking up and we are making new friends. I've been a vagabond for so long, it's nice to have a place to plant roots again. It's beginning to feel like summer. And so we move gaily forward.

Tonight it's the Storm vs Liberty's, tomorrow Indigo Girls. I have a feeling it's just the beginning of a great summer in our new city. Life is a curious thing sometimes.