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hiddenmuse) wrote2005-06-26 05:15 pm
hiddenmuse) wrote2005-06-26 05:15 pm
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My weekend - in a nutshell
Okay ... so Friday night was more of a NOTA night (None of the Above). Didn't go to Fairy Butch's event. Skipped the Pansy Division show - especially since I haven't heard anything of theirs post-1995. Skipped the Drag King Show. Instead, I met up with a few people from Yelp and went out for dinner (all of us) and drinks (them - I stayed sober). Had a great time, and it was nice to finally be able to put faces to names and reviews. :-)
Saturday, I was an extremely busy bee, to say the least. Drop off a million month's worth of newspapers to the shelter. Go to the Farmer's Market to re-stock some of the casualties of the Fridge Purge - as well as pick up a few items to cook up in the next few days. Come home, drop off the groceries - head out the door again to go to Pride, as I wanted to check things out before the major rout on Sunday (good thing I did, but more on that later).
Pride on Saturday was a lot of fun - I picked up a lot of the usual schwag, enough lube to keep an orgy scene in a gay porn going for days, enough condoms for either said gay porn orgy ... or really perverse balloon animals, picked up plenty of useful information, met Lynn and Alex from The Amazing Race - even had a picture taken with them (they're both adorable ... and very sweet), and of course, it's not Pride in San Francisco until you've gotten spanked by a tranny with better tits than yours. (Yes, this did actually happen.)
After making the rounds at Pride, I came home again - only to leave again. This time, I was off to Albertson's to pick up some more groceries (those plastic baggies and chickpeas are kind of needful things around here). Yet again, out the door for the Dyke March - which was essentially the Dykes on Bikes, and that was it. Although, some of the bikes were pretty sweet.
The Party on Castro was kind of fun - unfortunately, big crowds like that make me incredibly grumpy for some strange reason, so I left early. Besides, I'd been out of the house and on my feet for about 12 hours ... a girl needs to get her rest! So, en route to the diverted bus stop, I walked past Tower Records - stopped in and rented Bad Education. Took a cab home, and celebrated Pride in my own way by watching Gael Garcìa Bernal getting fucked by a man a few times (once while in drag, no less). And oh yeah, the plot's good, too. ;)
The Parade was amazing, as always. It lasted well over 3 hours (insane, I know) and while I had a great spot near the end of their line ... I was also in front of (and alongside) a group of older gay men that I privately dubbed the "Glass Coffin Contingent" (The "Glass Coffin" refers to a restaurant in The Castro called Twin Peaks, and their clientele of mostly older gay men.) Alongside this group was a younger gay man who just came out ... or was a full-on ditz. Every time a new group or float came down, for example, PFLAG (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays), he'd say, "What's that?" Mind you, the guy was in at least his 20s. Then, one of the Glass Coffin-ers would go on about "all the kids in the parade ... there are so many kids this year!"
I made my rounds at the booths again, this time going for the booths that weren't set up yesterday (the last thing one needs is 500,000 refrigerator magnets for E-Loan or Showtime). Ended up with condoms, condoms and more condoms. Also got information about a queer-friendly psychotherapy referral service, a physical therapist/physiatrist/chiropractic practice - should I need a PT for my rotator cuff injury, and even some other stuff (just haven't had time to go through the bags yet).
Unfortunately, en route to getting something to eat, I mis-stepped, my left foot went into a pothole, and I fell to the ground. So, I spent a good 20 minutes walking/hobbling about, trying to find a First Aid station or something, just to make sure that I hadn't sprained my ankle or anything. At that point, all I knew is that my leg was sore as hell - and nothing was bloodied. After having no luck, I went to an entrance, and a staffer called for a Medic. They checked me out - found that I didn't sprain my ankle, just bruised the hell out of my calf (and possibly my knee). The good news is, I did get to see Pride in a different way - riding in the backseat of a golf cart with 2 EMTs, on my way to a temporary clinic, so I could rest up and get some ice on my leg. The bad news - my left pants leg was sacrificed in the name of First Aid.
Now, I'm (obviously) home, hanging out and eating something - finally. I've got my leg propped up, although, when I get done with this, I'll be going to the living room to root through the Pride goodies, as well as icing down my leg. Yes, I'm staying in for the rest of the evening. No plans for going out. I'm not crazy!
Kellie is coming home from D.C. tonight ... and I'd planned to make a really nice dinner. :-(
Ah well, I'll see what I can do - even if I ask for some assistance in the kitchen. :-)
And Bad Education will have be returned tomorrow ... with a late fee due, and Kellie possibly reaping the benefits of the aprhrodisiac effects of Gael, and all that man-lovin'. *eg*
Saturday, I was an extremely busy bee, to say the least. Drop off a million month's worth of newspapers to the shelter. Go to the Farmer's Market to re-stock some of the casualties of the Fridge Purge - as well as pick up a few items to cook up in the next few days. Come home, drop off the groceries - head out the door again to go to Pride, as I wanted to check things out before the major rout on Sunday (good thing I did, but more on that later).
Pride on Saturday was a lot of fun - I picked up a lot of the usual schwag, enough lube to keep an orgy scene in a gay porn going for days, enough condoms for either said gay porn orgy ... or really perverse balloon animals, picked up plenty of useful information, met Lynn and Alex from The Amazing Race - even had a picture taken with them (they're both adorable ... and very sweet), and of course, it's not Pride in San Francisco until you've gotten spanked by a tranny with better tits than yours. (Yes, this did actually happen.)
After making the rounds at Pride, I came home again - only to leave again. This time, I was off to Albertson's to pick up some more groceries (those plastic baggies and chickpeas are kind of needful things around here). Yet again, out the door for the Dyke March - which was essentially the Dykes on Bikes, and that was it. Although, some of the bikes were pretty sweet.
The Party on Castro was kind of fun - unfortunately, big crowds like that make me incredibly grumpy for some strange reason, so I left early. Besides, I'd been out of the house and on my feet for about 12 hours ... a girl needs to get her rest! So, en route to the diverted bus stop, I walked past Tower Records - stopped in and rented Bad Education. Took a cab home, and celebrated Pride in my own way by watching Gael Garcìa Bernal getting fucked by a man a few times (once while in drag, no less). And oh yeah, the plot's good, too. ;)
The Parade was amazing, as always. It lasted well over 3 hours (insane, I know) and while I had a great spot near the end of their line ... I was also in front of (and alongside) a group of older gay men that I privately dubbed the "Glass Coffin Contingent" (The "Glass Coffin" refers to a restaurant in The Castro called Twin Peaks, and their clientele of mostly older gay men.) Alongside this group was a younger gay man who just came out ... or was a full-on ditz. Every time a new group or float came down, for example, PFLAG (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays), he'd say, "What's that?" Mind you, the guy was in at least his 20s. Then, one of the Glass Coffin-ers would go on about "all the kids in the parade ... there are so many kids this year!"
I made my rounds at the booths again, this time going for the booths that weren't set up yesterday (the last thing one needs is 500,000 refrigerator magnets for E-Loan or Showtime). Ended up with condoms, condoms and more condoms. Also got information about a queer-friendly psychotherapy referral service, a physical therapist/physiatrist/chiropractic practice - should I need a PT for my rotator cuff injury, and even some other stuff (just haven't had time to go through the bags yet).
Unfortunately, en route to getting something to eat, I mis-stepped, my left foot went into a pothole, and I fell to the ground. So, I spent a good 20 minutes walking/hobbling about, trying to find a First Aid station or something, just to make sure that I hadn't sprained my ankle or anything. At that point, all I knew is that my leg was sore as hell - and nothing was bloodied. After having no luck, I went to an entrance, and a staffer called for a Medic. They checked me out - found that I didn't sprain my ankle, just bruised the hell out of my calf (and possibly my knee). The good news is, I did get to see Pride in a different way - riding in the backseat of a golf cart with 2 EMTs, on my way to a temporary clinic, so I could rest up and get some ice on my leg. The bad news - my left pants leg was sacrificed in the name of First Aid.
Now, I'm (obviously) home, hanging out and eating something - finally. I've got my leg propped up, although, when I get done with this, I'll be going to the living room to root through the Pride goodies, as well as icing down my leg. Yes, I'm staying in for the rest of the evening. No plans for going out. I'm not crazy!
Kellie is coming home from D.C. tonight ... and I'd planned to make a really nice dinner. :-(
Ah well, I'll see what I can do - even if I ask for some assistance in the kitchen. :-)
And Bad Education will have be returned tomorrow ... with a late fee due, and Kellie possibly reaping the benefits of the aprhrodisiac effects of Gael, and all that man-lovin'. *eg*