stand still, there's a spark in your hair!

bewildered!

behold my bewilderment.

bewilderbeast.

i feel like my head is empty and screaming with a million voices simultaneously. how odd.

but that is neither here nor there.

so, i spent yesterday making serious inroads in becoming the crispy critter that summer unleashes in me...the occasion? new york city's fabulous gay pride fiesta. fun for the whole family. well, perhaps not, but fun. some of the getups were absolutel breathtaking--there was one queen in a pink and blue polyester getup with a huge pink wig that biscuit (or mister sassypants as we called him yesterday) had been admiring from afar at several points during the day. as such, we were very thrilled when we saw her in the cowgirl hall of fame, where we had retired for a few pitchers of margaritas and some good wholesome cowgirl fare. it brought much joy.

highlights of the whole shebang:

-the flag team. spectacular

-the ny gay hockey league. hockey boys. mmmmm. (so what if they're gay--i can look can't i?)

-the street vendors shaking rainbow flags and chanting "wondollawondallawondallawondalla"...that's one of those quintessential new york sounds.

-this one girl who was walking around in a gold bustier and peacock feathers

-glitter. every.fucking.where. beautiful.

-the argument over which direction was actually south. that was a few solid hours of entertainment, that was.

-and, of course, biscuit in those pants. you'll have to ask him about them.

of course, i'm going to have to say that, for all its fabulousness, i was glad i left when i did. as artgirl said, it was more fun for the actual queer contingency than the rest of us. so it's good i left it to them before i hit industrial freakout and destroyed the day.

and it was nice--i had an escape partner in crime, and we had a really nice conversation en route back to the subway.

i love new friends, i do.

and not-so-new friends. one of the australians breezed through for a few days this weekend. i didn't see as much of him as i would have liked, but it was good nonetheless. love old friends

much more so than i'm loving my family right now, that's for damn sure. i spoke to my mother yesterday, and the only things she really had to say to me were these:

-"wait, this guy who's going to be moving in with you doesn't have a job and you didn't do a background check on him?" what does she want, a credit report? anyway. that led to this

-"give me his name. i want his name. is he heterosexual?" eh?

-"so, you're going to gay pride? don't you ever worry that when boys see you hanging out with homosexuals, they won't ever want to date you? i mean, i'd be worried that people would think i was one of them!"

i couldn't even answer that last one. ah, my family. my family is insane. people wonder why i'm not terribly close to most of my family? because they're dodgy as! they're scandalous!

clearly, mom hasn't been listening to any of the dating horror stories i've been telling her lately. that might assuage her fears that the world is perceiving her darling daughter as a raving (gasp!) homosexual! perhaps she'd understand that the reason that i don't have a boyfriend is not because i secretly want a girlfriend, but because i am an asshole magnet. there's a difference. there's a difference, romy, there's a difference.

well, this entry is all over the place. clearly coherence is not my friend this morning.

eh, whatever.

weird weekend. lots of alcohol. my remaining brain cells are probably on strike.