Last I left, I was telling you how I finished the float riding and rushed over to the Best In Drag Show booth, where I watched a few hotties go by...
I also watched the rest of the parade go by- for another hour, at least!! This is the longest the parade has ever gone, but it is also the first year it's ever been televised, so that must have had some affect. Can you imagine just sitting back and watching these hotties go by from the comfort of your EZ Boy lounger??
After the parade was done and a L O N G time seemed to pass, I ashamedly cut my volunteer time a half hour short and headed for the refuge of a nearby party I was invited to. Let me explain... I was exhausted because the night prior was one of my nights cat sitting and while I love the little stinkies, this stinky is not known for letting anyone sleep passed sun up.
Contributing to my lack of sleep was the fact that the night prior I was in Long Beach for muh former DAB, Brett's post-wedding-pizza-pajama-party
which was a delight, which made me stay late and then face the a long drive back from Long Beach to sleep with the kitties.
In addition to my lack of sleep, I had purchased some nude slippers to wear with my Nacho Pancho to avoid being in high heels all day long, but I bought the wrong size and the strap kept falling off, so in order to walk and keep the slippers on I had to curl my toes in them, which leads to cramping as one walks along... they also gave me blisters. That is why I cut my time short and headed over to the party which offered snacks & drink, which I also needed badly. The final factor in my heading for the party was that it was much closer than my apartment.
On my way there, I bumped into these delightful fellas, who had just left the party and recommended my attendance.
Now, to be clear, both I and my alter-ego, Reba Areba, were invited to this tiny pool party via the Facebooks, so the hosts must have expected I might show up in the drag. Right?
It was a fun time to be sure, but I felt a little out of place in my full drag pride regalia...
There were guys there, just relaxin'...
But I felt it most when this guy turned his back to me...
I thought, "Two of me fit on that back..."
I don't know, I guess it felt like I had walked into a man-sexy party and I put a damper on it once I walked in (even though there were actual females in attendance.) Even though I felt self conscious, I still had a good time and tried not to be intimidated by this...
in my face every time I purposefully turned around to see hot muscles.
Look! We all had a good time!
...Even though I misunderstood when host Bryan told me to grab something to eat...
Not long after my arrival, after maybe three drinks or more, I called a Lyft and gladly paid the price to have someone drive me 1 exact mile to my home. There, I de-dragged and exhaustedly headed back to the cats, ignoring the fact that I don't know how to watch live TV in the cat house and would thus miss the Tony Awards broadcast. The cats needed fooding and I was tired.
As a gay of a Certain Age, I've discovered that a full day of Gay Pride takes a lot more energy than it used to! Seriously? Too tired to watch the Tonys???
Well, that's my Gay Pride Story, now please enjoy some of my random sights from the day...
Peace out!
