Pride rocked. Despite the rain, despite the drama, despite everyone's complete and utter lack of sleep. (I think we were all thankful for the Red Bull girls).

Also, I think I saw Mr. Marks there. He was my grade 8/9 math teacher. I always had my suspicions. Once I'd actually started thinking about those sorts of things, anyway.

So last night was Fake Mustache. It was insane, but in a good way. (Well, I think there actually was some drama, but since I was totally not within hearing range, I didn't have to kill anybody).
I got there at six since I was at Trevor's house and Kait picked us up with the stereo. I actually got to help with setting up, because usually there isn't much to do and I just sit there and watch Kait twitch and sometimes offer masking tape. The early show was the amature competition. Some of the new kings (most of which had never preformed before that night) were pretty good. Some were just painful to watch. And I wasn't just watching; I was taking videos for the Fake Mustache youtube account. I never really thought that sitting and not being able to move for two hours would be painful, but I just thought it'd be cool to have videos, not the details of what getting them would entail. I was using my crappy digital camera, 'cause Nat took her camera to Montreal and Meg's brother wasn't there. The batteries died three times during the first show, and then the memory card was full three songs before the end. It was exciting.
LJ was giving out pride gifts in the intermission. And she got me keyboard suspenders! They're sweet.
The late show was fucking amazing. Like, wow. I did the Big Pants Dance, again. But now there's video evidence, or there will be when I upload the videos. (It'll take me about a month with my current schedule, so don't hold your breath). It's so much more fun to do the Big Pants Dance onstage then in my kitchen. I freaking hate practicing it. If it weren't for the fact that everybody loves that song, I'd never do it again. Ever.
The rest of the kings did amazing, though I didn't watch all of them. Costume changes and all. Trev and I did 'If You Were Gay.' Which is another song I never want to hear again. But it was fun. And there was a new king who wore the gayest pants ever. Seriously. He out-gayed Max and I didn't even think that was possible.
The last song was the most amazing. Taz dragged her girlfriend on-stage, played a song on her guitar that she wrote herself, and then fucking proposed! If I hadn't been squeeing like a little girl I would have been crying. It was the sweetest thing ever. Just - gah. It was awesome.
This morning I got up at five-thirty after two-ish hours of sleep and went to work. Came home, collapsed for a bit, and then went to Meg's birthday party. It was pretty fun. Just hanging out and making dirty comments at each other. Em was there, so we couldn't help it.

That's it for now. but omfg pride is on Sunday! I'm excited and crazy stressed and I hope I can eat and/or sleep sometime before then. It would kind of suck if I passed out in the middle of the parade.

Going to bed now...ciao

So Pride was...amazing. My first one ever and wow, there were a lot of people there! Pictures here.
Also need to get better at talking to people. And yes, I have been saying that for years. It doesn't make it less true.