With the exception of In the Heart of the Beast's annual May Day celebration, Pride puts all other festivals to shame for sheer visual spectacle, yummy food, hard-core babe-watching, and genuine community vibe. The parade is a particularly thrilling declaration of interdependence: Where else will you find Paul Wellstone (walking all the way), bound-and-chapped leather dudes, clergy members, hunky Northwest flight attendants and Pillsbury execs tossing candy--not to mention proud parents and little kids, fire trucks, squad cars adorned with rainbow flags, and showers of free condoms?