A lovely day.
I had a very nice time today.
I woke up early, Carlos made some of his coffee, and Jason called (after noting I'd already posted a journal entry and was, ergo, awake- thanks, Jason) to ask when Carlos and I were heading over to Pride; we'd decided to go over around 11:00, so Jason was on his way... I went to take a shower, and "Sleigh Ride" was running through my head. I had a burst of inspiration and wrote the little parody from the previous entry while in the shower. I got out of the shower, and, hearing Keith heading out the door to work, went to go sing to him and Carlos my little song. I was too late and missed Keith, and Carlos informed me that he'd decided not to go to Pride right away, since Keith didn't get off work until 2, and wouldn't be showing up at Christopher st. until around 3, and besides, Carlos had dishes to do.
So I met Jason at the PATH train (I missed the bus and a cab pulled up to take me! Cabs never stop in the 'Boke!) and we went to Pride together; there were all kinds of fabulous homos on the PATH. I had already slathered myself in sunblock, but I was carrying it in my pocket and gave Jason some, so he was likewise slathered.
We got off at the Christopher St. stop, and wandered up toward Waverly place (our usual Pride-watching area). On the way we saw many wonderful sights, including a Wiccan Lesbian Sorority Girl (which is screaming to be the title of a B-movie), and I bought an overpriced (but worth it) Pride flag. It was still 11:30, and we tried to get into the Duplex, but the door was locked. After a moment, a man stuck his head out and gruffly explained, "Twelve noon". So we headed up to Pieces, which was open at 11. Pieces was cool and near-deserted. Had we a cat, we could have swung it; an unusual situation at Pieces. I had a Jack and Coke, and Jason had a Coke. We sat in the window and watched the bartenders try to close the blinds.
Around noon, we headed over to the parade route (the parade hadn't hit Christopher yet) and cheered anything that went by, waving my flag: "Yay! Gay cherry pickers!" "Yay! Gay ambulance!" "Yay! Gay do-not-cross barricades!"
I directed several lost people to where they needed to go- The Oscar Wilde Bookstore, the Stonewall Bar, the place to cross the parade route to get to the other side of the street - I knew where everything was. For one shining day I was geographically omniscient.
Once the parade got underway, we had a lovely view- we were right behind some people who clearly lived nearby, as they'd set up several chairs to watch. Paula eventually found us (she'd been at something called "church"), by calling on her cellphone from a block away. I periodically took sips from my flask of whiskey, which got easier and easier to swallow as the day went on.
Among the sights:
The Dykes on Bikes kicked ass. We were especially thrilled by this woman.
The Lavender Light Gospel Choir were rockin' their float.
There was a large number of Bear SM activists- one was carrying a large rainbow parasol for shade; Jason pointed out that that guy was clearly smarter than the average bear. He so funny.
There was a Lesbian karate group with synchronized moves.
Lots of hot boys on the floats; one, indeed, wearing a cowboy hat. That's all. Just wearing (holding) a cowboy hat over his no-no. Oh, and he wore a necklace, that was shaped like a license plate, that read "Marco".
The parade was sponsored by "Queer as Folk", and much as I dislike the show, I did consent to wear a medallion that said "Queer" on one side and "_ _ _ _ me" on the other. I don't know what the dashes stand for... "Hire Me"? "Kiss Me"? Who knows?
Around 3:30, Jason, Paula and I were getting tired of the sun, and so we headed over to Pieces, which is where Keith and Carlos were planning to be. There was a huge line outside, and we couldn't get in. So Paula went up to the window (and of course Carlos was sitting right there), and made motions that we were leaving.
We headed back to the 'Boke, excited about the DeBaun Bar-B-Q. We stopped off at Starbucks to get frosty beverages to cool us down from the inside. Jason and Paula had Frappucinos, I tried a Tazoberry thing, which was tasty and even better when I included some whisky from my flask. By now it was 4:20 (heh), so we headed over to DeBaun. The Bar-B-Q had barely begun when we arrived; the DeBauners explained that the 4:00 planned starting time was "Dave Time".
Eventually burgers and hot dogs were cooked, chips were eaten, I poured the rest of my flask into a Coke; it was a lovely d
I woke up early, Carlos made some of his coffee, and Jason called (after noting I'd already posted a journal entry and was, ergo, awake- thanks, Jason) to ask when Carlos and I were heading over to Pride; we'd decided to go over around 11:00, so Jason was on his way... I went to take a shower, and "Sleigh Ride" was running through my head. I had a burst of inspiration and wrote the little parody from the previous entry while in the shower. I got out of the shower, and, hearing Keith heading out the door to work, went to go sing to him and Carlos my little song. I was too late and missed Keith, and Carlos informed me that he'd decided not to go to Pride right away, since Keith didn't get off work until 2, and wouldn't be showing up at Christopher st. until around 3, and besides, Carlos had dishes to do.
So I met Jason at the PATH train (I missed the bus and a cab pulled up to take me! Cabs never stop in the 'Boke!) and we went to Pride together; there were all kinds of fabulous homos on the PATH. I had already slathered myself in sunblock, but I was carrying it in my pocket and gave Jason some, so he was likewise slathered.
We got off at the Christopher St. stop, and wandered up toward Waverly place (our usual Pride-watching area). On the way we saw many wonderful sights, including a Wiccan Lesbian Sorority Girl (which is screaming to be the title of a B-movie), and I bought an overpriced (but worth it) Pride flag. It was still 11:30, and we tried to get into the Duplex, but the door was locked. After a moment, a man stuck his head out and gruffly explained, "Twelve noon". So we headed up to Pieces, which was open at 11. Pieces was cool and near-deserted. Had we a cat, we could have swung it; an unusual situation at Pieces. I had a Jack and Coke, and Jason had a Coke. We sat in the window and watched the bartenders try to close the blinds.
Around noon, we headed over to the parade route (the parade hadn't hit Christopher yet) and cheered anything that went by, waving my flag: "Yay! Gay cherry pickers!" "Yay! Gay ambulance!" "Yay! Gay do-not-cross barricades!"
I directed several lost people to where they needed to go- The Oscar Wilde Bookstore, the Stonewall Bar, the place to cross the parade route to get to the other side of the street - I knew where everything was. For one shining day I was geographically omniscient.
Once the parade got underway, we had a lovely view- we were right behind some people who clearly lived nearby, as they'd set up several chairs to watch. Paula eventually found us (she'd been at something called "church"), by calling on her cellphone from a block away. I periodically took sips from my flask of whiskey, which got easier and easier to swallow as the day went on.
Among the sights:
The Dykes on Bikes kicked ass. We were especially thrilled by this woman.
The Lavender Light Gospel Choir were rockin' their float.
There was a large number of Bear SM activists- one was carrying a large rainbow parasol for shade; Jason pointed out that that guy was clearly smarter than the average bear. He so funny.
There was a Lesbian karate group with synchronized moves.
Lots of hot boys on the floats; one, indeed, wearing a cowboy hat. That's all. Just wearing (holding) a cowboy hat over his no-no. Oh, and he wore a necklace, that was shaped like a license plate, that read "Marco".
The parade was sponsored by "Queer as Folk", and much as I dislike the show, I did consent to wear a medallion that said "Queer" on one side and "_ _ _ _ me" on the other. I don't know what the dashes stand for... "Hire Me"? "Kiss Me"? Who knows?
Around 3:30, Jason, Paula and I were getting tired of the sun, and so we headed over to Pieces, which is where Keith and Carlos were planning to be. There was a huge line outside, and we couldn't get in. So Paula went up to the window (and of course Carlos was sitting right there), and made motions that we were leaving.
We headed back to the 'Boke, excited about the DeBaun Bar-B-Q. We stopped off at Starbucks to get frosty beverages to cool us down from the inside. Jason and Paula had Frappucinos, I tried a Tazoberry thing, which was tasty and even better when I included some whisky from my flask. By now it was 4:20 (heh), so we headed over to DeBaun. The Bar-B-Q had barely begun when we arrived; the DeBauners explained that the 4:00 planned starting time was "Dave Time".
Eventually burgers and hot dogs were cooked, chips were eaten, I poured the rest of my flask into a Coke; it was a lovely d