Pride weekend

I didn't get to do half of the things I wanted to do during Capital Pride, but I had a great time this weekend.

Something strange happened - in addition to Pride that is. My negative aspects were somehow dispelled to the four winds and settled into the hearts of my friends. I was so blissful that even on Friday night in a hot overcrowded bar with Jennifers and empty bottles littering the floor I still managed to have a good time. My viscid bitterness sunk into Skwurl's soul (or what's left of it) and will probably permanently stain it. My righteous indignation possessed Gurl's withered heart, causing her to pout nearly all weekend. My seething rage seeped into Burl's blood, a force he could barely contain for days. And finally my insecure paranoia gripped Bubbles' mind, for there was nowhere safe from his hidden enemies.It must have been a spell misfire or a poorly conjugated conjuration. Regardless, I had a good time this weekend and even got a decent tan. But although my spirit had somehow been cleansed, the Green Aura of Desperation clearly remained, because I couldn't get laid to save my life despite a town full of horny, flirty homos. I got plenty of nice comments, but comments don't compare to a good scruffy make-out session.RuPaul was kind of disappointing. Gurl, despite your long tenure at drag fabulousness, you still occasionally have to work it like you said we were supposed to back in 1993. I hear tell Martha Wash clearly outdid RuPaul at the Pride festival main stage. I only caught the last half hour of the Pride parade, but I hear the Freddie's Beach Bar float was awesome, while the Results float was a merely a flatbed loaded with twitching flesh.The above photo was taken in the enclosure where they corralled the drag queens and DJs. I got to hang out in the DJ booth with the Tims.