So, as some of you may know(and some of you may not- but were hinted discretely) I went to the wonders that is Gay Pride. I. Had. A. Blast. I really did, it was the cherry on the whipping cream(>.< new inside joke; ask). I won't go into detail, but I had a pretty bad cold on Sunday. Actually, on second thought, I will go into detail.
Clayton, Paulene- my lesbian lover for the day- and I were lucky enough to pick a spot right next to a very sexy queen for the parade(very sexy, you could not tell--unless you've seen Rocky Horror enough times...)...hah...the parade... this is where you need to ask, but I had whipping cream all over from a guy in an apron on roller skates... I'd say guess but you probably couldn't... Anyway, once in Expo we sat on grass in front of the dance tent(more to come) and I witnessed the first couple to start dancing. We wandered around; mostly between the main stage and the dance tent. Clayton was being and emo baby and refused to have fun(not in so many words) so when I was pissed off and sitting on the grass(dance tent again) the table dancer with a whip talked to me and to make Clayton madder I just stood up and kissed him.
That's all the important stuff that I can recall so.... yeah... <333
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