Tree recently questioned me about the location of a blog entry specific to him, of course, “What happened to Pride Sunday’s blog? It’s AWOL!?” Not wanting to disappoint, and knowing he only reads the blog when he is in it, I opted the ‘locate’ the AWOL post.
The day began with a pre-parade mimosa party hosted by Tree and Awkward. Unfortunately, due to the fact that Tree may have been intoxicated when making the invitation, the wrong hotel was detailed on the invitation. Fortunately, they didn’t run out of the two – yes, just two – bottles of champagne because nobody showed up. Instead, Tree and Awkward met me, Sleepless and Ice Cream Man for brunch and champagne at a patio restaurant along the parade route. It was then we realized that Tree did not let the low-to-no attendance at his pre-party ruin his day. Instead, he popped the cork of one of his champagne bottles and enjoyed all of it (sharing a little with Awkward of course, maybe). As a result, he had a good buzz going by 10 AM.
He also helped us – such a gentleman – finish our bottle of champagne before heading to Ice Cream Man’s place for tequila shots, vodka infused lemonade and, with a little bit of opposition, some sunscreen, “I don’t need sunscreen, I’m Greek.” Note to self: Send Tree a pamphlet on skin cancer prevention, in Greek. Second note to self: Send Tree a Greek dictionary.
Several hours, and drinks, later we arrived at the Pride Festival and immediately made our way to the beer line – supporting equality in a relatively conservative town can make one quite thirsty.
We then made our way to the dance floor where we quickly decided dancing on the floor was not not enough, thus, hopped up onto the stage with a few others. Like the health department, we closed that dance party down and opted to leave Pride behind us and grace a nearby bar with our presence. Within moments of arriving we managed to secure the entire south patio and host what was a bit like a private party – we’re all about equality, but we also like VIP treatment.
Several drinks, nachos, taco, fries and entrees later we decided to call it a night. Like this post, I’m sure several of us were AWOL for a few days after these festivities.