I get excited over the littlest things.
Okay so I didn't exactly go to bed, like I should have. I fight sleep. I know I do. If no one is here to tell me to go to bed, I just don't even if I AM practically falling asleep.
I just got all excited. The SF Pride parade is this 27th! I love the pride parade. It's so fun, and it can only mean one thing. The 26th is PINK SATURDAY!!!
Pink Saturday is the funnest night of the year in SF, well since they took our Halloween festivities away :( boo on the city of San Francisco for that. I'm not bitter though. Really, I'm not. So anyhow Pink Saturday is when they close off the Castro district (the district in SF that is largely populated by gay,lesbian,& transgender folk) and have a huge LET'S GET ALL SORTS OF FUCKED UP AND DRUNK ON THE STREETS BECAUSE WE'RE NOT STRAIGHT party. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm as straight as they come, but I have a billion gay boyfriends. :) So I get to be the token faghag of the night and getting all sorts of sloppy out of control drunk like in the streets. It's so much fun. Last year I was alternating shots of southern comfort with shots of royal gate vodka, quite possibly the worlds cheapest and nasties vodka EVER. It's pretty ghetto. Tastes the way nail polish remover smells. The label proudly proclaims on the label "Puts the 'Ahhhh' in Vodkahhh", but really it's just pure shit. 80% alcohol so it does the job, but kills you a little with each sip. SO gross. but I guess that's what you get when you drink vodka that is made in San Jose, Ca. So I was drinking a LOT, I could barely make it up my stairs when I got home. I think I even fell asleep, er rather passed out on my stairs for a little while before making it all the way up to my flat.
So yes, another reason to get shitty drunk.
bedtime for real.
posted by Amber at 11:43 PM
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We have to meet for a drink and swap stories when I am in SF next week.
I think if you wrote about my life, and I wrote about yours, no one would notice.
Oh my God. So I just read a bunch of your blog. Its really fucking scaring me. I think you were right.
You are the female version of me. Or vice versa. You're a year older, so i guess you came first.
The statements on the festival were right on (was that at Shoreline? My parents live like 2 miles from there). Also, the lady who lunches comment...Fuck. I always tell people that my ideal job would involve me doing nothing but lunching and drinking gin and tonics. Too many other things to even mention.
To reiterate the comment I left this morning, next week, we definitely need to swap war stories in SF.
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