pride report
Jun. 27th, 2006 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideWere it anatomically possible, I would have sex with my fan. Because right now, it is my one true love. All I want to do is lie directly in front of it. I know today is better than yesterday and Sunday, but still.
I've come to realize the obvious--I just handle the heat particularly horribly. It irritates my skin, it makes it hard for me to breathe, and my god it makes me completely bitchy.
In other news, I am also incredibly sore. Jeff and I ended up walking for days on Sunday--much beyond the parade alone. Our bus drove right past us, even though it was not an express. So we walked and walked and walked in the hopes of finding a cab, but by the time we found one, it was crazy traffic downtown, and after a few blocks, we just got out and walked the remaining way. Then of course the parade itself. And then we wandered around the Seattle Center, watching happy crazy people dance in the fountain. And then we just walked all the way back to work on blistered feet.
The parade itself was pretty awesome, though they need to work on their organization. I think the move from Capitol Hill to downtown was a good one, because there's just so much more space, but they didn't have their timing down. As we marched, the distance between us and the giant truck from Swedish grew larger and larger, reaching about a half-mile toward the end. And the sad thing about it is--people thought we were the end, and started to leave, though we did our measured best to shout that there were more people coming. Later on we found out that there was also a 20-min gap somewhere ahead of us, and people had also already left. So, the organizers will hopefully sort that out for next time. As part of a large corporation, we didn't know how people would receive us, but wow--they were so wonderful. We had suckers to hand out to children (or leather daddies who smiled hopefully) and it made us feel like celebrities. I think it's funny, I hate crowds and am terribly shy--but put me in front of applauding hordes, and I'm pretty okay with that!
Between the heat and dehydration, I thought I was going to throw up. Also, my jeans had a tear on the inner thigh, so I've rubbed raw a 2-inch patch of skin there, which feels just fantastic. We had plans to go to Brasa afterward to celebrate our director's birthday and Jeff drove me home so I could shower and change, for which I will love him forever, because I needed a shower so desperately and my car was at his place and the thought of driving myself home was more than I could bear.
So showered and changed and much much happier, we then drove back to Jeff's place and he showered and changed while I sacked out on the couch and watched a Discovery shark special (people are insane). Then I drove us downtown and we met up with everyone--and funnily enough, no one else had gone home to change. But it was really nice. Chris met us there for awhile, but his contacts were driving him crazy and he just looked so beat, poor guy. So he took off and the rest of us ate, drank, and shared funny stories. And while these work social things always freak me out, I did pretty well this time. I am slightly in love with the partner of our director. She's so elegant and down to earth and classy and interesting. But then I'm slightly in love with our director, too who is also all those things, but also a fireball of energy.
Anyhow. It was much fun, then I drove Jeff home and myself home and poured myself onto the couch for a few hours of tv before passing out. And I don't understand how any time I do something especially physically exerting, I think to myself--when I get home afterward--that I'm not tired at all. It never hits until the day or so after, and then I walk around gingerly and bow-legged. I hoped that swimming yesterday (finally back in the pool) would help somehow. But today, I am a puddle of quivering muscles. Don't regret it, though. Just wish I'd worn different pants on Sunday because my inner thigh is killing me.
I've come to realize the obvious--I just handle the heat particularly horribly. It irritates my skin, it makes it hard for me to breathe, and my god it makes me completely bitchy.
In other news, I am also incredibly sore. Jeff and I ended up walking for days on Sunday--much beyond the parade alone. Our bus drove right past us, even though it was not an express. So we walked and walked and walked in the hopes of finding a cab, but by the time we found one, it was crazy traffic downtown, and after a few blocks, we just got out and walked the remaining way. Then of course the parade itself. And then we wandered around the Seattle Center, watching happy crazy people dance in the fountain. And then we just walked all the way back to work on blistered feet.
The parade itself was pretty awesome, though they need to work on their organization. I think the move from Capitol Hill to downtown was a good one, because there's just so much more space, but they didn't have their timing down. As we marched, the distance between us and the giant truck from Swedish grew larger and larger, reaching about a half-mile toward the end. And the sad thing about it is--people thought we were the end, and started to leave, though we did our measured best to shout that there were more people coming. Later on we found out that there was also a 20-min gap somewhere ahead of us, and people had also already left. So, the organizers will hopefully sort that out for next time. As part of a large corporation, we didn't know how people would receive us, but wow--they were so wonderful. We had suckers to hand out to children (or leather daddies who smiled hopefully) and it made us feel like celebrities. I think it's funny, I hate crowds and am terribly shy--but put me in front of applauding hordes, and I'm pretty okay with that!
Between the heat and dehydration, I thought I was going to throw up. Also, my jeans had a tear on the inner thigh, so I've rubbed raw a 2-inch patch of skin there, which feels just fantastic. We had plans to go to Brasa afterward to celebrate our director's birthday and Jeff drove me home so I could shower and change, for which I will love him forever, because I needed a shower so desperately and my car was at his place and the thought of driving myself home was more than I could bear.
So showered and changed and much much happier, we then drove back to Jeff's place and he showered and changed while I sacked out on the couch and watched a Discovery shark special (people are insane). Then I drove us downtown and we met up with everyone--and funnily enough, no one else had gone home to change. But it was really nice. Chris met us there for awhile, but his contacts were driving him crazy and he just looked so beat, poor guy. So he took off and the rest of us ate, drank, and shared funny stories. And while these work social things always freak me out, I did pretty well this time. I am slightly in love with the partner of our director. She's so elegant and down to earth and classy and interesting. But then I'm slightly in love with our director, too who is also all those things, but also a fireball of energy.
Anyhow. It was much fun, then I drove Jeff home and myself home and poured myself onto the couch for a few hours of tv before passing out. And I don't understand how any time I do something especially physically exerting, I think to myself--when I get home afterward--that I'm not tired at all. It never hits until the day or so after, and then I walk around gingerly and bow-legged. I hoped that swimming yesterday (finally back in the pool) would help somehow. But today, I am a puddle of quivering muscles. Don't regret it, though. Just wish I'd worn different pants on Sunday because my inner thigh is killing me.
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Date: 2006-06-27 04:58 pm (UTC)Plus, lovin' the Fu Manchu on Chris(?)
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Date: 2006-06-27 06:12 pm (UTC)- Chris is totally hot. Not many guys can pull that off. And it's new, he used to have just a standard goatee.
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Date: 2006-06-27 05:18 pm (UTC)Glad you had a good time!
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Date: 2006-06-28 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-29 03:36 am (UTC)