Weekend...What?

So...Friday I did this puzzle of my favorite city:



God, you can really see my OCD nature.  My phone is lined up exactly with the edge of the puzzle.  The coaster is lined up perfectly with that, and the box is lined up with the edge of the puzzle, too.  Oh, man...I'm bad about that...

...and then Robb and I went out with friends to Boystown, where we hit up Roscoe's, our favorite bar up there.  It's really the only one I've been in where I've felt completely comfortable.  I'm not really a bar kind of guy, honestly, so I was dreading going just a little bit.  But oh my gosh, we had a great time, despite some awkwardness.

See, I ran into my ex there.  Steve.  We broke up over 4 years ago after dating for 2 months.  It was mostly because he didn't pay me enough attention and also because he lived in the city and I was moving back to E-town with my folks.  So...not worth the drive, really.  But yeah...we were sitting in one of the lounges chatting with our friends Jim and Mike and Randle, and this guy walks in and turns away to go out on the dance floor.  I turned to Robb and I said, "Er...I think that might have been my ex."

So I texted him, because we're not on bad terms, and sure enough, it was him.  He hasn't changed a bit.  We chatted, caught up, he met Robb, showed everyone a photo of his giant...well...anyhow...he had it on his cell phone.  Awkward.  But it was nice to see him.  He's still as socially awkward as when I met him.

Right around that time, one of Robb's co-workers showed up with his date who looked really familiar.  Still not sure why.  But it was nice finally meeting this person who I've heard so much about.  Hopefully we'll get to hang out with them again soon.  They're good people.

Oh, and this guy who worked there, who I thought was really cute with his red hair and stubble (I'm a sucker for red hair), came up to me a few times to collect our empty glasses, and he says to me once, "I like your glasses.  Are they Prada?"  I told him, "No.  Actually they're Randy Jackson."  He made this really hilarious face, like, eww.  And he says, "Oh, well they look like Prada."  Umm...thanks!  Hooray for compliments from strange and cute boys...

Anywho, that was Friday night.  Saturday was the collage party for Script Frenzy.

We met at the Library, Ho:



It's pretty much that ghetto. 

But the writing center is gorgeously painted!



So, we baked for 4 hours in the heat, but we made a lot of progress!  I've got an idea now, that I'm sure I'll talk about later.  I came home and Robb and I got custard, and then I came home and took a nap, since I'd been out until 3 AM the night before.  I missed hanging out with my friend Paul.  Whoops.  I slept until 8 PM, then grogged about, watched Airplane, and went to bed.

Sunday morning we went to church:



And after lunch at home, we took a walk, where we ran into THIS:



Yes.  That's a raccoon on a leash.  It was so cool!  The guy said he got it at a breeder's in Indiana (where "they'll breed anything, those crazy fuckers.")  His name was Miko, and apparently he's a chick magnet.  Well, he certainly attracted the gays, too.  Or maybe the guy who it belonged to had something to do with that...



Oh, yes.  He was pretty, with sweet blue eyes and a good smile.  And a raccoon!  A RACCOON, Y'ALL!  I pet a raccoon.  How strange.

So, altogether a strange and wonderful weekend.  I hope yours was even half as good!

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Chicago Pride 2009....

It was a gorgeous day in Chicago on Sunday, which was a nice change from last year's rain.  Unfortunately for Robb and I...



...our view for most of the day looked like this:



Apparently we picked the one spot to set up shop that the cops AND photographers would be standing in front of.  So...all of my pictures were pretty lackluster.  Someone is always in the foreground, whether that be the cute, chain-smoking security guard, the big, fat photographer, or one of three cops.  My apologies in advance.

I'm mostly going to let the photos do the talking.  Like this one:



I bonded with the lesbians next to us over that guy's shoes.  We were fast friends.



This woman was in the parade again, with her gay son (left) and his hot-as-hell partner (right).

This one is for my friend Jhonna:



It has always been her favorite part of the parade, and she was supposed to bei n town to come with us, but, like everyone else, she kind of crapped out on plans.  Poo.



The gay Jews were there, people close to my own heart. 

There was plenty of color and sun all the way through.



The people in the surrounding apartments had the best views:

 

This woman was in the parade again, too.  I recognized her as the prettiest girl in the whole parade last year.  She was my favorite.  And she looked no worse off this year!

 

My computer is telling me my links are broken...and this is after an hour of fighting with the damn photo uploader.  I can tell this is going to be a headache already.  Grr.  [FIXED IT!]

Let's move on, and I'll try to come back and fix these later.

Robert Jeffrey had a superhero themed float this year.



How fun!

And they were followed somewhat later by the hot gay cowboys, who, last year, were dancing.  This year, not so much.



Still hot, though.  Just like Ketty and her Latin Revue!





And what chicago gay event would be complete without the drag queen best known to everyone in the area, the one who called me "Pineapple" on Halloween, before we knew who she was:



MISS FOOZIE!!  She's our favorite.

And she's WAY less creepy than this:



Yup.  It's Bozo the Clown on the Channel 7 (9?) float.  I put him up on my Chicago Pride blog last year and got so many random hits from it.  I still think he's kinda creepy.

If I could get my video to upload, you'd be watching the R. O. T. C. twirl through right here.  It's no secret that these boys have a spot in my heart.



Mmm.  They're wonderful, hot, and fun!

Speaking of hot...there were a lot of politicians in this year's parade, but not one was hotter than Alexi Giannoulias.



He can run my government any day of the week!

Things continued in a fairly political vein for al ittle bit, including this:



It says, "Life begins when you stand up to Christian Fascists."  The group marching with them was chanting some fairly hateful stuff, and I thought it was really lame that they were fighting hate with hate. 

And the Log Cabin Republicans were there, too:



Another interesting point of view. 

And then things got back into the physical realm, which, I'd like to say, wasn't NEARLY as impressive as it was in former years.  This was the fourth parade I'd been to, and this was teh least impressive of all of them, honestly.  The floats were smaller and the guys were less hot.  I'm sure the economy has something to do with all of that. 

This float, however...



...might be the hottest one in the parade.  Hydrate always has good floats, though.  All the bars in the area usually do.

Check out Roscoe's:



I thought the guy in the glasses was a nice touch.  I love a man in glasses.

Another bar float, and the one that I think was the most creative:



Crobar.  If you look closely, you'll see a man riding a GIANT popsicle on top of that ice cream truck.  It was clever...the logo and all.

Someone else who always has a hot float:



Miller Lite!  It seems when alcohol is involved, they go all out for the parade.  Apparently the gays love their drinks.  Meh.  I just love me some hot sailors.

This next one was the single most shocking thing in the whole parade...and the single most shocking thing I've ever seen in person.  I'm not even exaggerating a little.

 

This woman had her boobs hanging out, and the lesbians next to me were hooting and hollering.  She was dancing and shaking her bare breasts...which wasn't the shocking part.

The shocking part was when she dropped her drawers to reveal a penis.  Qua?! 

  [slightly before the big reveal]

Instantly the girls were silent, along with most of the rest of us.  The cops in front of us were trying to figure out what had just happened, and it was hilarious to watch them talk to each other with such funny expressions on their faces. 

And then...the parade went on.

About this time, probably due to the horror that it had just witnessed, my camera died.  Luckily, the parade was almost over.  I did get some shots of Southwest Airlines.



We're flying with them to San Diego in less than two weeks!  AHHHH!!!  Vacation is so close I can feel it on my skin.

After the parade, we wandered around for a bit, taking in the sights.



And then we decided to get back home.  We're not bar people, and we'd had a lot of fun.  Robb's knee was hurting him and we just kind of wanted to get back to see our Marbles Kitty.  He'd been alone since Saturday, when we threw Robb a surprise 30th birthday party (that it's been KILLING ME not to talk about here).

On the way back to the train there was a crowd in the street, and some boys were dancing in a window of an apartment.  But right below them were some real men, just hanging out and showing off.



That's for all my bear-loving readers out there.  All two of you? 

It was really a great time, overall.  And I got out of there with only a REALLY PAINFUL scalp sunburn.  Dang.  I can't WAIT till that starts peeling.  Flake city.

Anywho, thanks for sticking with me for my Pride '09 blog!  I've got some blogs planned for the future, and I think I'm going to start a Tuesday feature called "Top Five Tuesday."  That might have to wait until after vacation, though. 

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