Glasgow hosted it's own Pride Festival on Saturday. It was a gloriously grey day in the city but attracted plenty of drag queens and butch lesbians and femme gays with everything in between.
My favourite of the day had to be the boys who work in the sauna with their tshirts saying "We Put The Ride Into Pride"
It was actually a pretty good day - I saw the march and a few people who I'd banged. Cameron and I then flitted between the action in George Square to the pub where we had a few pints. I ended up a bit merry so tottered off home mid afternoon to recuperate and prep for the night ahead.
Which turned out to be hot and sweaty and dancey and slutty and a really good night - because it was Pride and we were all feeling proud, the clubs stayed open a bit longer which was a great chance to fill my boots a bit. I actually lasted til the bitter end and wasn't the first to leave which was a novelty. I might do that more often!
Now I've only got 3 weeks til my holiday in Gran Canaria so last night I had a wee sunbed so that when I go I'm not completely milk bottle like - today, I am as burnt as a berry - thankfully it's not too bad and I'm moisturising like it's going out of fashion so should have a bit of colour and ready to take on the Yumbo Centre with some tan and all of it's hidden delights!!! I'll hopefully be able to put the ride into any pride by the time I get back from there!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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I love your expression "I saw the march and few people who I'd banged". Kind of sums up the whole experience really.
And I'm sooo jealous that you're jetting coff to Gran Canaria. I want to be somewhere hot and exotic right now!
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