After 3 hours of sleep I woke up at 7:10 to head downtown and help build the Pride Sports parade float. I was a hurtin' girl, but lo and behold, I made it. The other volunteers and I spent about 2 and a half hours decorating a gigantic U-Haul truck:
10:45 we headed off to the parade coralling area. The group had initially planned for a flat bed truck, but then had to scratch that because it would have cost a fortune. The coordinator suggested having some of us ride in the cargo part of the truck, but a guy from the hockey team and I said that it wouldn't be that much fun because we wouldn't really be able to see anything. So what did we do instead? We rode through the parade on the roof of the truck!
The other guy and I climbed up about a half hour before the parade started. What a view!!!!! I couldn't believe how breathtaking it was! This particular Pride parade was one of the largest in Boston's history for obvious reasons, so I was just in awe at how many spectators there were, not to mention the hard work other groups put into their floats.
I was also dumbfounded by some of the "characters" that were there as well... for instance, Miss Gold Pants:
As I've always said, "Lesbian Fashion" is QUITE the oxymoron.
And this might appear too dark on some of your computer screens, but I tried to photograph Mr. Hairy-Scary:
Top to bottom shag rug in denim cut-offs. Yikk.
There was also the birds-eye view of some hotties. I was practically swooning over a woman who was playing the drums in the Lesbian & Gay Big Apple Corps marching band. I had been sitting on the roof of the U-Haul, snapping pictures of my Crew team before the parade started when I happened to see her standing next to the truck, fiddling with her drum set:
Beautiful curly brown-blondish hair in a little ponytail, adorable smile... *sigh*
My U-Haul roof companion noticed me leaning over the side, so he crawled over. "What are you doing?"
"Stalking that hot drummer from the New York band," I whispered.
"Why don't you call to her and drop her your business card?" he suggested.
Yeah. I suppose gay men WOULD carry their business cards in the Pride parade for "just in case." But being the bi girl that I am, I didn't even consider wanting to meet anyone at Pride, so I only brought the bare essentials. (cell phone, camera, money and baseball hat) Bah!
"I didn't bring any," I replied sadly.
"Well, so what?" he said. "Then just call out to her and say you like her uniform or something."
"No!" I hissed. "She probably has a girlfriend floating around here somewhere."
"Then ask one of her bandmates."
"With my luck," I replied sullenly, "I'll ask the one who IS her girlfriend." I shook my head. "I'll just lust after her from afar..."
I took a couple more pictures as she put her the rest of her uniform on:
Of course, later I was kicking myself for not being my usual brazen self. I mean, honestly, it wasn't like she lived here, so if it did go poorly, I could have just rest assured that I'd never see her again. Damn. Oh well. The sun was hot, it impaired my logic.
On to the parade itself!
Like I'd said, the view from on top was AWESOME! We would drive past the spectators and every so often I would yell, "WOOOOOO!" and the crowd would "woo!" back. I even got a marriage proposal from a woman down on Charles Street.
The best was the woman who came dancing out onto the street near the end of the route. She caught my eye, so I grinned at her at about the same time our truck came to a halt. She took that opportunity to come over and yell, "climb down and dance with me!"
I peered over the side, "It's a long drop. I'll kill myself."
She booed and danced a little more, "are you sure you can't try?"
I had to shake my head no. I really did have a hard time climbing up initially, so I was terrified of falling off in front of the 3000 people on Charles Street.
All in all, the parade was just good fun. I love when I see signs like this one:
Then there was the typical lone protestor. He had a double-sided sign:
I was howling at the little sign next to the protestor. Ha!
All in all, it was a fabulous day. Because of that float I got to see friends I hadn't seen in quite a while. (In two cases, over two years) It was fun to hear, "Hey! Liz Erk!!! Oh my God!! How are you?!"
Happy Pride indeed. ^_^