I don't want to skimp on the details of such a wealth of fun and goodness, but there's just so much to say, and only so much brain power left with which to screw together coherent sentences...
i really wanted to see the scandelles at 3 pm on sat, but there was a rental at the studio from 4 to 6. so i met thom and we hauled our asses down to church for 7 to see lesbians on ecstasy who were much fun: balls out hard rock, with dnb tracks underlaid and geeky linux-promoting lyrics. quite Peaches-y. then we had to run an errand and tried to get back for chiclet, and would have made the last of her set if it wasn't for a big ole wait in line to get into the parking lot. but we did get in eventually and chatted with sexy sexy tribers.
then we met up with my friend Adam, who wanted us to go to buddies, but then there was mass chaos outsideof buddies. we got the bouncer to let adam duck in to talk to our friend who was working, and he emerged with tickets for us, so we joined the amorphous mass of people that was ostensibly the ticket holders line. after some time they came out and announced that they were at capacity, so you weren't getting in even if you had a ticket, which made some people who had paid for their tickets quite irate. we chatted with some people we knew in the parkette for a while, as all the angry waiters dispersed, and then lo and behold! they were letting people with tickets in! we went in and they weren't anywhere near capacity, they must have just been saying that to get the mob of people blocking the entrance and harassing security to go away. i danced to madonna, depeche mode, the killers, i moshed with gay boys to nirvana, it was grand.
on sunday the crew was supposed to assemble at my place at 4, but you can't give gay boys on pride a timeline for getting ready: the last couple didn't arrive till almost 5, so we didn't get to the wellesley stage till 6:30: and it was a sight to behold! I've never gotten there so late before, so I've never seen it so packed upon first arrival.
of course the first thing that happens is that the group gets all split up, so thom and i spent some time going with the flow of the crowd, talking to this group of peeps here, that group over there, many of them y'all and lovely to see you. we then used tribers to weasel ourselves a dancing spot up front, but 'dancing' was a euphemism for 'bopping up and down to the music, because you can't move horizontally any direction for the mass of people.' so my need for a semblance of personal space got the best of me, and we watched from the side a bit, which was great cuz we got a great view of deko-ze in all his chain mail chaps glory. we rejoined our crew and danced some more, but while there was more room that up front, there still wasn't enough space to really get into it.
jelo started out nice n hard, but the volume issues kicked me the rest of the way out of dancing mode. thom and i ducked around the corner to sit on the curb, enjoy some personal space, people watch and still hear the last of the considerably dampened set. then we hooked back up with the rest of the crew, and headed back to ours for some after party goodness.
it was fabulous fun, as always. pride's my favourite time of year, and now i just have to wait for the next one!
