…getting caught in the throngs at the tail end of the day.
Sharkboy and I came back early to people watch as the parade went down Yonge. Some quick impressions:
Video link of the parade in progress: Bravo! Brilliant! Especially beside the big beer tent. A great use of technology!
Red Bull at the corner of Church and Wellesley: Can of Red Bull Energy Drink = $3. Bottle of Water = $3. Booth next door selling water = $1. Gay Dollar gougers seem to be pretty rampant.
JackFM’s Giveaway (and any other booth that gave away promo items): I pity these people. So many hands outstreatched in their faces for a sample of crap. I got a rainbow slinky with “Steward” stamped on the side. Huh? Rod? Jon?
The Police (or poor po po): Bless their hearts. One female officer outside the Market was hit on by a guy and his girlfriend as we slowly walked by. She just laughed it off. At the corner of Carlton and Church, 6 bike cops had subdued a gentleman in cuffs and sitting while he shamelessly puked on himself.
The EMTs: Corner of Church and Wellesley, two EMTs in a golf cart honk like mad to get to the other side of the intersection (I guess some tweaker crashed at the electronica stage). While most moved over, a pack of girls looked at the cart, laughed and continued dancing which made the passenger EMT get out and shove them aside. Bravo!
Best Advertisement: Spamalot, the Musical. Wandering the crowd was a guy in full chain mail, tunic and boots singing to himself the song “Always Look On The Bright Side of Life” while his Serf followed close behind with two coconuts making the horse hoof sound.
Least Interesting Product: BearWear. Sorry guys. Your tees might be of great quality but your graphics look like they were created by someone using Illustrator 6. Gradation circles are out. Admittedly you had a cool “gas station attendant” shirt with patch that I would have bought.
After a while we stood with The Postman just out front of the Bear Store in the middle of the street and let the crowd go around us like we were an island. That was fun but after a while, people bumping into me just got annoying.
I had just enough Pride. Hope yours was fun!
5 thoughts on “Pride Meant”
Chrsytal, there were too many thongs on the most un-sexiest buttcrack that day. Hooray for sexual freedoms, boo to leathery sagging tush.
…or did you mean getting caught in the THONGS at tail the end of the day. Hmmm…what would be worse?
Gradation circles are out?
Goddamnit.
I actually have an “uplifting” (and not my legs) Pride story to share..maybe I’ll post it on my Blog later…and Blogroll (sp?) you at the same time!
At the corner of Carlton and Church, 6 bike cops had subdued a gentleman in cuffs and sitting while he shamelessly puked on himself.
This is why I was so glad to see the rain today… wash all of that muck/puke/glitter away. (And possibly, untreated, into Lake Ontario, but I’m getting into a different area with that, so I’ll go now.)