Well, as the title of this post would suggest, it will have to do with only one thing: PRIDE!
Though, somewhat unfortunately, there isn't much to say...at least as far as the reporting of tangible events goes. (Can an event be tangible?) But, let's start from the beginning, shall we?
We woke up at about 7:30. We wanted to get to the parade, which started at 9. I took forfuckingever to get ready...every time I leave the house to go to an event like this, I know I'll forget something. We ended up leaving around 10:30, due solely to my slowness, and drove the 80 minutes or so to Denver. (As soon as I got out the door, I realized I forgot my purple sharpie for drawing "Proud to be Pan" on my chest. Balls.) I was dressed in my leather jock, rainbow flag cape, leather chest harness...and nothing more. With hair in braided pigtails, I was hoping to be the bell of the ball. You be the judge.
We got into Denver with absolutely no problems, despite having missed the parade. Just as we started looking for parking, a guy waved us into his lot. We rolled right up, two blocks down from the pride area. As we sat in the car making sure we had all our accompaniments, a car that was slinking into a spot in front of us got hit on the passenger side by a car backing up at an inappropriately fast speed. I managed a "HeyWHOAA" before it happened. It didn't help.
Fortunately, it seems they sucked all the potential shittiness out of the day! We walked around for a few hours...shook our groove in the dancing square, checked out all the booths, and watched the drag show. It was hot-hot all day...I think Bridget and I were both fairly dehydrated starting off, and it didn't get any better. We ran into Duff and Andy after a bit, and chatted them up. They suggested we check out a couple bars with them later in the evening, and they pointed us in the direction of some awesome booths
We got some Subway, because all the food was ridiculously priced. 6 bucks for a cup of beer? Too...lame! It was on a ticket system. Bridget and I have decided that if anybody ever asks you to buy tickets to buy things, you need to go ahead and not do that plz. As we were finishing our meal, we got a call from Christine and Ryan, telling us to meet them outside the capital building. We hooked up with them and wandered around the booths, stopping at a few this time to check things out. Ryan ended up getting a bracelet that looks and clasps like a handcuff, and I got one of those magnetic bracelets made of hemitite. It's really cool...shiny and black-silver, with shiny pink and blue irredescent beads in between the prism-y ones. I'll take a picture.
After a bit more wandering as a four-some, we went back to my car to drop our stuff off. Ryan and I hit it a couple times, and then we wandered up to a sex shop...only to find that it was closed. Sex shop, closed during Pride?! Weird. So, we drove to another one. The place was amazing. I wish I weren't as responsible with my spending--which isn't really THAT responsible--because the amount of appearal alone made me drool like no tomorrow. The place was huge, and it reeked of fresh leather. Yum yum. The attendants were extra helpful. I was chatting with the younger woman there off and on throughout, and an older dyke helped Bridget into a waist cincher, knowing full well we weren't intending on buying it. We ended up walking out with some official waxplay candles. Ryan and Christine walked out with the same candles, as well as some cute underwear and a latex paint kit.
We drove to Chipotle and got some food. Then we dropped into Ryan's place, met his parents and his dog, and then met C&R's son and living quarters! We had a great time, chatting about how much fun the day was, as well as planning a date for the weekend after next! I got super tired towards the end though, and so we left around midnight. We got stuck behind an accident, and then got stuck behind road work...and then got home and passed the fuck out.
YAY YAY YAY YAY PRIIIIIDE!
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