We went. We thought we saw all of the parade. We ate. We realized the parade wasn't over. We wandered. We left.
A friend of a friend got in a fistfight with a not-so-nice lesbian that was standing near us. Granted, he was drunk and obnoxious and antagonistic. He deserved to be headlocked and body punched repeatedly. He probably deserved to be led away by the police, which he was. And he probably deserved to be told off at dinner for being a perfect ass. Being. Not having. Read carefully, folks.
We tried to get there an hour early, but...we were thwarted, somehow. We got stuck in a time warp that had us crammed into a an el train with no room to jump to the left OR step to the right. And forget putting your hands on your hips. And then...crowds. Crowds. Crowds.
I still don't know what happened with the two hour cushion we built in to our travel. It's been three years since we've been subjected to the huge, crazy crowds. Usually we get a spot near the barricades an hour early and get to ignore the crowds. This year? we got stuck between a large black woman with her children and the tallest Asian man that God ever made. Not to mention the glitter-throwing kids behind us...there's still glitter in the carpet at home.
But honestly, Robb and I had a good time hanging out, meeting people, talking. Dan's a wonderful conversationalist and a great friend. I only wish he wasn't three hours (four with creative detouring) away. And now I have some new book and music recommendations to look into. What more could you ask for from a weekend? Sun, parade, laughs, music, books...what more is there?
Oh...this: It's not Katy Perry's "Firework" anymore.
"Baby you're a dinosaur,
Come on let me hear you roar..."
What a fun weekend!
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Oh, it sounds like you had a blast -- well, except for the not-getting-there-as-early-as-you-had-hoped part.
I hate to pry, but what on earth did your friend do to cause a lesbian to put him in a headlock and punch him repeatedly?
Also, he must have been awfully drunk if he didn't even realize he shouldn't mess with a lesbian! :)
Yeah...he WAS awfully drunk. And...my friend (friend-of-a-friend, really) was getting in her space and trying to get closer to the parade. He was warned several times. And then she put him in a headlock and started hitting him with body blows.
Wow. Even if he was warned, that's kind of a harsh way to react? Is that what got him arrested??
Anyway, glad to hear you guys survived :)
Yup.
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