Gay Shame

There's nothing proud about Gay Pride... not when you're stumbling around drunk and making out with random people (not me this year... but you get the picture).

So to recap:
Long Beach Pride -- I will never go again. It used to be mullet pride, and that was okay because you could go and feel really good about yourself and your fashion sense. Now, however, it's ghetto pride, and you might get your ass kicked if you do the wrong thing -- like look in someone's general direction while waiting for beer, or something like that.

SCARY! Not for me...

So, on to L.A. Pride!!! Yay! I just love Los Angeles Pride -- you don't even have to go in to the festival to have a good time since the fun happens on the streets of WeHo.

I was nursing a sinus infection, so I missed Friday night, but apparently that was pretty wild. Friends made out and friends hooked up and I MISSED it! Guess the Dyke March got everyone juiced up (no pun intended... okay, maybe it was a little intended), and then Truck Stop kept the mood flowin'. I'm so sad I missed out on this action.

Saturday, some went to the Dyke March in Silverlake. Why are there two anyway? People... get it together! I mean, really...

I went to the Fuse Events party at Republic... no marching, just drinking and dancing. That event was FUN! The venue was really amazing, too. I did leave a tad early, though, since I was still a little congested and I wanted to save myself for Gay Shame Sunday... the most shameful day of all, traditionally.

Sooooo SUNDAY... the parade! Yay! We went to hang out with our friends who always bring Jell-O shots to the parade (love friends like that, don't you?). We were definitely a rowdy bunch. After, a brief stint at the Normandie Room, my favorite neighborhood bar, and then on to the Abbey where, thankfully, my friend had reserved a cabana and invited us to join her. We didn't have to wait in line -- sweet! And the cabana had table service, so no waiting for drinks, either. Of course, the tab was SHOCKING, but then, it was worth it. I got WASTED. Hell, we all got wasted. There was drunk maudlin' crying going on (You have no idea how much your friendship means to me... boo hoo hoo), friends frantically hiding from some "bad kissers" they'd just randomly made out with, gay boy drama, and other stuff I keep vaguely remembering. Ahhh, good times (I think).

And then, I watched Gimme Sugar. Made me SO GLAD that I'm not in my 20s anymore. I don't remember ever being that silly at that age, but I'm sure I was. I'm rooting for them to figure it out. As far as reality shows go, it was fun and entertaining.

On a side note -- I love Truck Stop, and I'm in my 30s. I don't know where all the 30-somethings are in Gimme Sugar, but they're there at the club. Guess when you're older you're too smart to get suckered into airing your dirty laundry on television.

Ah, youth.