I have to ask the question, "Am I still hungover?" That answer might be yes and I have so not had a drink since Sunday around 1pm.
Let me start off by saying that I worked a lot on Friday and Saturday, so I was already exhausted by the time partying began Saturday night. I went out to Complex where The Postman and The Bitch were going to be. Also, Jimmy was there. I have no idea what exactly is in this drink that The Postman makes me drink, but it must be "wicked" strong because every time I've had it, I didn't feel like I'd had that many but boy was I drunk. I was very drunk.
The Bitch was not a problem. He was very boring and very pathetic as always, so I'm glad that I am exciting and can rub in the fact that I know a lot of folks and he did not. The one walk-around with him made me feel great. P.S.--I still hate The Bitch from way back in college days.
Random boy on the dance floor. A friend of mine was dancing with a group of cute boys. I started dancing with the group. Soon, most of them left and I was dancing with this cute black boy with some kind of hat on. We start dancing and then we start making out. This is all right before bar close. I asked him how he knew my friend. He had no idea who he was. I was dancing and making out with a stranger whose name I have no idea. This is so not the first time this has happened, but the funny part is that I didn't think that I was doing anything wrong. I thought that it was just meeting a new friend of a friend. Whoops.
Then, Jim and I went to Faces. I don't remember if I wanted to go or not. I think that it sounded like a great idea. I walk in and immediately see penis. Strippers. I ended up talking to Madison Elyse the wonderful drag queen who hosts the Prism Dance each year back in the Kville. She was not in drag but just the wonderful Tyler. We chatted for a while and he bought me a drink. This drag queen is just so incredibly nice and not a diva. I'm impressed.
I did not make out with anyone on the dance floor this time. I did dance with this one boy that Jim says is not great news. We ended up getting home shortly before 5 am and we were supposed to be picking up the girls at 11. I woke up still drunk at 10.45 when Jim called. I quickly ran out of the house without showering (gross) only to find out that we were not in such a hurry because the girls fixed their car. I was sooo hungover.
At the parade, Bubble Boy joined us. For those of you counting, that makes three boys that I have pretty much been in a relationship with. The parade was fun. I had never been to a Pride Fest before. It was so much fun to just celebrate so much. I really think that I felt the reason to have an event like this. I clapped for every group that went by. I forgot to wear sunscreen, which isn't normally a problem since I don't burn (except when canoeing). The only place that getting sun was a problem was on my face. I don't spend time in the sun, so I forgot that I have no tan. I was wearing sunglasses. Guess what happened. Raccoon face. I've been wearing Cargo Bronzer to help cover up the fact that I have a distinct line between tan and pale on my nose.
I met lots of fun people at Pride and basically just chilled out all day. It was very nice except for the fact that I felt extremely hung over all day. I did get awkwardly hit on by a bear. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. I ran into the amazing Chelsea Brophy who I haven't seen in ages. I guess that through all the complaining, I had a great time celebrating the Pride that I have in being gay. It was definitely something that I needed to do. I am proud to be gay.