Pride was had!

Queer Pride ‘08 is finished, all that’s left to do is clean up the trash, put away the rainbow beads for another year, baby the sunburnt shoulders and nurse the hangovers.  It was a hot day for the parade this year, and it made me remember fondly the years we sat in the rain to watch the parade go by.  If we could only find a happy medium that would work out great.

Bryan, the CL and I met up with Whipp, Trixie & T-bone at the 5 Points bar and cafe (it’s been in that location since 1929 and the bathrooms smell like they haven’t been cleaned since) for breakfast.  After a greasy breakfast and more alcohol than most small countries import in a year, we headed out to the corner of 4th & Vine to enjoy the parade.  (Disclaimer – my liver is on strike so I abstained from the alcoholic activities all weekend, well except for one drink Friday night can’t let that damn liver rule my life – get back in there!)

The parade was great fun except for the baby fags and dykes sitting on the street just to the left of us.  Not everyone smokes kids so if you want to smoke you need to get off your asses and move so that you’re not blowing smoke in our faces for the duration of the parade.    Either I’m geting old or the heat is making me cranky!

*** (all the pictures except the one of Governor Gregoire were taken by me)***

Bryan and the CL waiting for the parade to start, can you tell they’re father and daughter?

The parade always starts with Dykes on Bikes.

Bad boys are put in their place before, during and after the parade…

Governor Christine Gregoire knows who a large part of her voting base is…

Boy, those Queer Eye guys have sure gone downhill.

Never, ever forget!

The mysterious and all knowing Flying Spaghetti Monster even put in an appearance.

Now this is a nun I wouldn’t want to cross.

We didn’t head over to Seattle Center this year for the festival.  It was just too bloody hot to even imagine working through all those sweaty bodeis… wait did we make a mistake?  Instead we headed back up into Ballard and went to La Isla for a late lunch and then headed home.  We were joined there by Poff, one of our bestest friends and one of our few gay male friends (yes we have some Lewis!).  Poff hung out with us for a few hours before meeting a friend for dinner.  It was just the kind of pride I enjoy, relaxing and time spent with good friends.  I always think that I’ll be up for the parties and the crowds and the booze and so on, I never am, but there’s always next year!

Hope your pride was as fun as ours was or if you weren’t celebrating, hope your weekend was great too!