My favourite Pride story dates back to when Bar 501 was on Church Street where Priape now is. It was one of the very few bars with a street-level window (and was home of the notorious Window Show that caused so much trouble with nearby residents) and the bar would always get impossibly packed during Pride.
As you can imagine, the people working the bars during Pride are faced with insanity for hours on end. So it was no surprise that one of our friends who was working there, Billy, finished his shift only to discover that he couldn’t actually get out of the bar. He had to crowd-surf his way out the front window and onto the street. When he finally landed on the pavement, he yelled out for all to hear, “I HATE FAGS!” It was a magical moment.