My world folded in on itself for a bit; thanks for staying with me. Miss Jessi has thrown down the gauntlet: last year we won a kissing contest at Pride and she called me an hour ago, “What are you doing and what are you wearing?” Me: “I’m in my pajamas staring out the window watching homosexuals walk by my house.” She replied, “This now the Iron Chef of sluttiness and femminess: put down your pool boy and get your false eyelashes on. The theme is glitter. We’re going to terrorize the gay bars.”
Sweet: back to normal! I’ll post pics later if I can still drive a mouse.
Update: whole recap is here — it’s mostly a Castro bar review, so I felt it fit better on Metblogs. My whole Pride 2006 album is here.
