Post-Catwalk commentary

Went to the Catwalk with motomotoyama tonight for Girl4Girl. It was fairly entertaining, but the music sucked compared to the Mercury, and according to motomotoyama the drinks did, too. Also went to the play earlier, as planned, and may write about it tomorrow ... I'm supposed to be handing out copies of Tablet at the Pride parade tomorrow and I have to get up a little earlier than normal to get there on time.

I had someone call me a writer today. "Oh, yeah, I know who you are," he said to me, "you're one of (locally famous playwright)'s writer friends." Oh, but I said, I'm not really a writer. "Yes you are, I've heard you talk about writer stuff with him before." Wow, I thought, could I really be a writer? It's true, I am getting published and I do talk to (name here) about writing stuff. So I decided I should stop arguing with him about it and bask in the glow of the concept of someone thinking that I am a writer.

post pride nap time

Just got home from handing out papers for Tablet and I'm bushed. I'm sure the fact I didn't get into bed until 2 is part of the problem. Thank God it's cloudy, it will make it easier to sleep.

Quick Pride review: basically it's still a pretty dumb parade. There were two samba-like groups that I thought added a much needed layer of flash to the goings-on, and there were two or three goth groups parading, which I liked. I got all sorts of necklaces (and some free buss passes - now there's some good swag!) while walking back from the end of the parade. I spend the last fifteen minutes standing near the Jesus freak with his megaphone, waving my fan and shaking my flowery-pink pants clad bootie to try to drive his bad vibes away. I'm sure I at least irritated him, but the people on the floats were loving hearing my excited shrieking over his negativity, so I felt like my work was worth-while. And a lot of people took my picture as I stood next to him!

His final insult to me was, "Yeah, look at you with your pink hair and ... pink ... stuff. What do you know about morality? Jesus destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah!" And then I said, "God, I'm getting so hot I'm going to have to take my shirt off!" And he said (through his megaphone, of course), "Don't take your shirt off in front of the children!" which meant of course I HAD to take my shirt off, only I had a sports bra on so it wasn't very titillating.

And I have a great idea for a float for next year, but I'm posting it on my other blog.

Too beat for Howard

I just couldn't do it ... even if this is the last night with Howard at the piano at Sorry Charlie's I was just too beat to go. I watched Sally of the Sawdust at the coffee shop, though. There was just no point in going when I felt like I did on Thursday ... I just knew I'd suck if I got up to sing, so why not go home and go to bed early rather than rushing around again just to have to leave before I even got going?