Pride 2005

Pride was actually rather lovely. Despite our expressed desires to get a huge posse together for Rapture on the River this year, it ended up just being magnetgirl and myself at Ye Olde Women's Dance. C'est la vie - and it was actually wonderful. We drank some horrible concoction featuring Absolut Peach, cranberry juice and Pepsi (!!!). It was truly foul, but we choked it down (medicinal, don't you know) like the good girls we are. After a couple more drinks, we started up dancing, and generally had a blast. magnetgirl even got propositioned (YAY!) by a cute little blonde, which was cool, and I kept it general, but that was nice too. I realised that it is the one night of the year where I really feel appreciated by the random masses, and I think it's to do with (and I hate to say this, but I think it might be true, so I will) the fact that women who are interested in other women are already so far out of the regular social hierarchy loop that they honestly can't afford to give a shit about color or ethnicity. They look at me. Guys don't. (Speaking generally here, there are of course some fantastic exceptions.) Anyway, that was fun. Post-dance, we met up with rm and askeladden at Florent for drinks and food. Good times were had by all, I think, although it was sad that patashoqua couldn't be there (Blasted Greece.) Highlight of the evening, I think was the bondage/my little ponies conversation. Yes. You sorta had to be there.

On the way home, ran into an old friend from high-school, thus proving that no Pride is complete without the obligatory random encounter with the past. Also, my shoe broke, and I developed blisters on every single one of my toes, and twisted both my ankles. All in a night's work, I suppose. Hobbled back to rm's place, passed out, woke up the next morning, in dire need of new shoes, hobbled to union square, bought yoga shoes (which are great, and will be even greater when my blisters heal), and safety pinned up my pants, as they were designed for high heels, and basically looked like a complete dork. Heh. But it was the parade, so who cares? Despite the heat, and feet hurty, and the crazy crowds, the day was extremely nice. Fun parade stuff, walking through pridefest getting all the swag ever, including a shirt from two of the hottest female boxers ever (not that I know so many, but still). The shirt is awesome. The legend reads: strength honor pride, and I just had to have it. rm also bought one, and hopefully we will manage never to wear them on the same day. I'm not taking any bets on the subject though.