Well, Pride started here last night. The real news is that it's supposed to be 85 here every day (yesterday hit 87!!!). Since we don't have A/C and mostly don't have to dress for that, everyone was wilting. I went dancing for a bit and barely danced because I kept getting all gross and sweaty. Luckily by the time I headed over to the lesbian bar the sun had set and it was a bit cooler, though still much warmer than we're used to. Every year they set up fences to block off the whole street next to and in front of the bar, and have a huge party. Which is awesome for people watching. But the universe was HATING on me, because every time I turned around I saw the recent ex. Like, EVERY TIME. And not deliberately on either of our parts. Even though I had other friends I knew were there who I only saw like, twice the whole night even though I was looking for them! When my friend J and I left, we realized we were all of 20 feet behind Ex and the girl she was holding hands with, so we took a different route down another block...and still ended up walking past them two blocks later because they had turned! Grrr. Also, apparently she's telling people SHE broke up with ME, in order to date some other girl. Wow.

Ugh. Today is the street festival, which I need to mosey over to soonish (I had to go BUY shorts yesterday so I'd have something to wear!), and later the dyke march and more hanging out at the bar... tomorrow the parade...

Also, I am on a diet (Day 3! Yesterday was good except for the big can of Strongbow I had at the bar...but I had to drink something!), but would like Steph's peach cobbler to be sent to me via intertubes--that takes all the calories out right?

Ugh, meara, I hate when that happens. It's like the turbo version of repeatedly staring at a stranger for no reason.

It's like the turbo version of repeatedly staring at a stranger for no reason.

Hah. Well, there was a lot of that, too. (There was one person who startled me when we first walked in because she looked a lot like my ex from this winter, who I haven't seen since we broke up, and figure I will run into at whatever the worst moment is, this Pride). And apparently she was checking me out at one point, and then I KEPT seeing her. Hah.

Can't decide what to wear. I hate being sweaty. This is not the weather I moved to Seattle for! Why isn't it, like, 75??

Also, I support you having a hamburger.

Happy Belated Birthday, David!

I bought some cucumbers for my parents and $14 worth of tomatoes from three vendors at the farmer's market this a.m. Alas, they were all out of (what is commonly thought to be) fruit. But I finally made the drive to the county line to get some of the region's best BBQ, and had nummy dry ribs for lunch today. Though it was really more like eating pulled pork with a few rib bones mixed in - they took "fall off the bone" a little too literally, and I had to eat them with a fork.

Later this afternoon it's celebrating best friend's birthday by going out to the movies with him.

I think someone here explained "top" and "bottom" to me with Bert and Ernie as examples. I think the cover's cute. Msbelle, yeah, I agree. Perry needs to face a real mob. Maybe with pitchforks. Loved the sneaker comments!

I went to buy a bottle of wine, and the year you have to be born later than? 1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO. What the fuck.

Also, I totally followed a couple several blocks because I thought they were my parents. But they were not. I was a couple of blocks behind them, so it's not like they could tell I was following them.

1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO. What the fuck.

The math checks out, but that can't be right.

There is no such thing as taking "falling off the bone" too literally for me. Nom nom nom.

Mmm, peach crisp. Also nom nom nom.

I got my errands run while it was still under 90 out, so I am free to stay and melt in the privacy of my own home/yard the rest of the day. I really miss being in the mountains and having a creek full of ice melt to wade in right now.

I went to buy a bottle of wine, and the year you have to be born later than? 1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO. What the fuck.

Whereas that is the year I could legally buy a bottle of wine. Which makes getting carded on Thursday kinda ridiculous.

I just saw a posting of the Budweiser "Wassup" ad [link] to which someone replied with the 2008 8 years later election version [link] , which means--half of tumblr may not really know that annoying (yet infectious) "wasssssaaaaaaaaaaaap" noise.