we're in ur pride festival, stealin ur beadz
What?
Okay, I hang out at icanhascheezburger.com...
Sokayohere'swhathappened.
And pictures--at least some, from some source--are coming.
Steps to the list:
1. Stay up all night with boy on internet. Check.
2. Decide can shower and stay awake for pride parade. Check.
3. Pack book (didn't use), pain pills (did use), sunscreen (applied twice...*sighs*...burned anyway). Check.
4. Stop at 7-11 and scare self with the fact that 7-11 now offers 128-ounce travel mugs for purchase. OMGHOWMUCHPOPYOUNEED, STOPITSTOPIT. Fill more "reasonable" 64-ounce mugs with caffeinated sugarpop for roommatefamily. Check.
5. Arrive at pride parade route, drive in circles looking for parking spot. Check.
6. Find parking spot, hike six blocks downhill at weird angle to Broadway, across from Pioneer Courthouse Square (and, coincidentally, the emcees and the music system). Check.
7. Dance to OMGHOTTUNES from the DJ spinning before the parade. Check.
8. Clap brains out at parade, mourn beadlack. Check.
9. Catch strand of beads GO ME! Check.
10. Start singing the INSTANT the DJ plays "Bohemian Rhapsody", uncaring about semi-broken condition of voice, still. Realize one stanza in crowd is singing with me. Sing louder. Realize crowd is responding. Meet eyes of crowd. We cheer for each other. Briefly fall in love with every person attending parade. Check.
11. Point out hot girls and fabulous guys to girl as parade goes by. Listen to "older wiser" dykes behind us giggling. Point out more hot girls, especially the ones that bounce. Listen to "older wiser" dykes' brains behind us fall out of their heads. (Especially at the one rounded young miss in the flame-patterned leather corset and the Stewart tartan micromini which she VERY NEARLY bounced straight out of, OMGGUH.) Check.
12. Boogie in chair and clap hands nearly chapped. Check.
13. Catch second strand of beads WOOOT. Check.
14. Strike up conversation with young arrogant hotness once someone walks out of their parade group to hand her a rainbow cupcake. She is genius and her girlfriend does her best to hide behind tree while she is being arrogant young hotness. Fall briefly in love with them both. Check.
15. DJ plays Bassnectar, an AMAZING electronic protest artist. Decide must own at least latest album, if not everything. Check.
16. Cheer my voice raw as 108 groups walk by. Check ow.
17. As parade ends, cross street to compliment DJ on MAGNIFICENT spin during parade. Check this out--he actually told me that, watching me boogie in my chair and sing along helped HIM keep grooving. The mutual admiration society swung briefly into glittering view. Check.
Pack everything up, groan back to car, take second pain pill. I do not like the way taking two Norco tablets make me feel. Get in car and realize suddenly top of right foot is trying to yet again meld with lower right shin. Ohgodmakeitstop. Ask for non-Norco pain reliever. Am handed codeine. Crap. Check.
Arrive at Red Robin for necessary refueling. Decide I am one day from birthday, hell with it, order guacamole bacon burger. Guacamole magnificent. Bacon good. Beef eh but well-cooked. Eat many many fries and have much raspberry iced tea. Check.
Get back in car, tilt to the left and have body trembles. Is okay, cramp is easing. Stomach begins to complain and speak sternly to it about the value of meat protein after long day of parade and long week of involuntary anemia. Check, damn it.
Arrive home still tilted, get hiccups. Is still okay, legs hurt, but can walk on them. Arrive back in room, sit down, and heart goes into fib.
Curse fate and lie down. Check.
However--apart from woozy and muscle trembles now--no hiccups, no heart fib, yay me. And pics are coming as soon as people uploadeth them. Including potential pic of eee me.
Okay, I hang out at icanhascheezburger.com...
Sokayohere'swhathappened.
And pictures--at least some, from some source--are coming.
Steps to the list:
1. Stay up all night with boy on internet. Check.
2. Decide can shower and stay awake for pride parade. Check.
3. Pack book (didn't use), pain pills (did use), sunscreen (applied twice...*sighs*...burned anyway). Check.
4. Stop at 7-11 and scare self with the fact that 7-11 now offers 128-ounce travel mugs for purchase. OMGHOWMUCHPOPYOUNEED, STOPITSTOPIT. Fill more "reasonable" 64-ounce mugs with caffeinated sugarpop for roommatefamily. Check.
5. Arrive at pride parade route, drive in circles looking for parking spot. Check.
6. Find parking spot, hike six blocks downhill at weird angle to Broadway, across from Pioneer Courthouse Square (and, coincidentally, the emcees and the music system). Check.
7. Dance to OMGHOTTUNES from the DJ spinning before the parade. Check.
8. Clap brains out at parade, mourn beadlack. Check.
9. Catch strand of beads GO ME! Check.
10. Start singing the INSTANT the DJ plays "Bohemian Rhapsody", uncaring about semi-broken condition of voice, still. Realize one stanza in crowd is singing with me. Sing louder. Realize crowd is responding. Meet eyes of crowd. We cheer for each other. Briefly fall in love with every person attending parade. Check.
11. Point out hot girls and fabulous guys to girl as parade goes by. Listen to "older wiser" dykes behind us giggling. Point out more hot girls, especially the ones that bounce. Listen to "older wiser" dykes' brains behind us fall out of their heads. (Especially at the one rounded young miss in the flame-patterned leather corset and the Stewart tartan micromini which she VERY NEARLY bounced straight out of, OMGGUH.) Check.
12. Boogie in chair and clap hands nearly chapped. Check.
13. Catch second strand of beads WOOOT. Check.
14. Strike up conversation with young arrogant hotness once someone walks out of their parade group to hand her a rainbow cupcake. She is genius and her girlfriend does her best to hide behind tree while she is being arrogant young hotness. Fall briefly in love with them both. Check.
15. DJ plays Bassnectar, an AMAZING electronic protest artist. Decide must own at least latest album, if not everything. Check.
16. Cheer my voice raw as 108 groups walk by. Check ow.
17. As parade ends, cross street to compliment DJ on MAGNIFICENT spin during parade. Check this out--he actually told me that, watching me boogie in my chair and sing along helped HIM keep grooving. The mutual admiration society swung briefly into glittering view. Check.
Pack everything up, groan back to car, take second pain pill. I do not like the way taking two Norco tablets make me feel. Get in car and realize suddenly top of right foot is trying to yet again meld with lower right shin. Ohgodmakeitstop. Ask for non-Norco pain reliever. Am handed codeine. Crap. Check.
Arrive at Red Robin for necessary refueling. Decide I am one day from birthday, hell with it, order guacamole bacon burger. Guacamole magnificent. Bacon good. Beef eh but well-cooked. Eat many many fries and have much raspberry iced tea. Check.
Get back in car, tilt to the left and have body trembles. Is okay, cramp is easing. Stomach begins to complain and speak sternly to it about the value of meat protein after long day of parade and long week of involuntary anemia. Check, damn it.
Arrive home still tilted, get hiccups. Is still okay, legs hurt, but can walk on them. Arrive back in room, sit down, and heart goes into fib.
Curse fate and lie down. Check.
However--apart from woozy and muscle trembles now--no hiccups, no heart fib, yay me. And pics are coming as soon as people uploadeth them. Including potential pic of eee me.