surprised it hasn't happened before
Bright and early yesterday morning (noon) I met up with a handful (40) of my closest friends (mostly people I had never met before, although my boss and a couple coworkers were there) for a quaint little event (teehee, quaint used to mean cunt) called GAY PRIDE.
I've never done the Pride thing before, and yesterday amidst bottomless glasses of champagne (no joke), disco music and free hot dogs, I was reminded why I love gay men: They love me.
My dress was so short I couldn't bend over or you'd see my naughty bits and after an epic brunch ($900 bill) I was tipsy (shitfaced) enough to ask the waiter to take a picture with me and deep throat a bottle of champagne left on the table, but! I insisted on wearing my sunglasses at all times to "hide my drunkface." You know, because being photographed with drunkface would have been too embarrassing. (I'm not joking at all-my gay boys agreed it was smart! They totally get me! And said I looked like Karen from Will and Grace.) You tell me, hot or not?
Anyways, I passed out in my living room at 7 pm, somehow climbed in bed and now it's 4 am which is a ridiculous time to be up except it's hot and I've slept a full night's sleep already. And it just gets so boring lying in bed trying to fall asleep. I'd watch TV or something but for some reason knowing I have work at 9 just makes the idea of television right now so horribly depressing. I guess I'll just go back to giggling at these pictures and marveling that "shitfaced" is an accepted word by all spellcheck and google features.
I've never done the Pride thing before, and yesterday amidst bottomless glasses of champagne (no joke), disco music and free hot dogs, I was reminded why I love gay men: They love me.
My dress was so short I couldn't bend over or you'd see my naughty bits and after an epic brunch ($900 bill) I was tipsy (shitfaced) enough to ask the waiter to take a picture with me and deep throat a bottle of champagne left on the table, but! I insisted on wearing my sunglasses at all times to "hide my drunkface." You know, because being photographed with drunkface would have been too embarrassing. (I'm not joking at all-my gay boys agreed it was smart! They totally get me! And said I looked like Karen from Will and Grace.) You tell me, hot or not?
Anyways, I passed out in my living room at 7 pm, somehow climbed in bed and now it's 4 am which is a ridiculous time to be up except it's hot and I've slept a full night's sleep already. And it just gets so boring lying in bed trying to fall asleep. I'd watch TV or something but for some reason knowing I have work at 9 just makes the idea of television right now so horribly depressing. I guess I'll just go back to giggling at these pictures and marveling that "shitfaced" is an accepted word by all spellcheck and google features.