Oh I had a great time at Pride this year. We showed up too late to help build the float, but in time to climb up on it and enjoy the ride. Ok, that was on purpose. I’ve been helping build it for a while, and I admittedly just didn’t want to deal with the drama that comes with being up way to early in the morning with other people who are up earlier than they’d rather, doing something that involves power tools.
Not a great combination.
Our float involved a rented truck with an added structure around it (to hold us in). There was some kind of light vinyl wrapped around the structure from about waist-high down. Kinda funny, that. You can tell who’s done the parade/float thing before by seeing who’s dressed to the nines from the waist up, and wearing comfy shoes instead of some fabulous heels or spectacular stompy boots.
I’d love to say that there was secretly some sexy sexy things going on below the waist-high vinyl (that no one on the ground could see into), but I didn’t see anything remotely interesting this year. In years passed, I’ve seen a lot of ass-grabbing, people secretly drinking from flasks, and once in a while someone will be a little overwhelmed by the heat and need to lie down. Wish I could say that there were blowjobs going on, or secret little fingerings, and there probably were on other floats. Ours was pretty tame…