One man come and go,
One man come here to justify,
One man to overflow...
One man went to Pride and lost all sense of hope for the sake of his people. It was a regular shit show on this past Saturday in Boston. Johanna and I had decided to venture out to see the festivities and when I checked online I SWEAR that I read that the parade began at 10AM. I was wrong. So we got to the city around 930AM. Overzealous would have been an understatement.
First we got coffee at Starbucks because we thought the parade was about to begin. After walking around for about an hour we realized this was not so and sat down for brunch at Aquataine. I had hoped that at Aquataine I would be able to flirt and make eyes with the cook from the week before but he was nowhere in sight. I was hoping to get Pride started off on the right foot but alas, it did not happen.
After brunch we pretty much walked up and down the street and back and forth looking for the best spot to stand and watch the parade. We settled on a spot right in front of Fritz and it was a great spot, we were nestled in between a fun little bunch of beef-bear queens and we managed to keep our front row seats.
The parade died down and I assumed that it was over so we made our way to the block party that was budding behind us in the side street that ran in front of the bar. While we were waiting in line to get into Fritz we realized that the parade was NOT over and we actually missed the most fun float of the entire parade. It was the last float and it was playing music and everybody was following it and dancing in the streets behind it. I wanted so badly to go join in but Johanna was already mad at me for making her pay the 10 to get into the block party that she gave the worst look when I even suggested it.
The actual block party, once it was underway, MORE than made up for the pride parade. Tons of eye candy bustling about and it was fun...because I was drinking. I tried not to let my frustration show for the sake of a good time, but it seemed like every guy I was attempting to flirt with would then turn to their boyfriend and introduce me to them as well. One of the guys in particular, Keith, laughed and then caught me checking out somebody else. He enthusiastically suggested I go talk to them as encouragement for hope but I declined. "No, Keith, cause that's HIS boyfriend," pointing to the guy he was holding hands with, "You all have boyfriends, I'm OVER IT!". Keith laughed. I kept bumping into Keith throughout the ENTIRE time I was at the block party. I probably saw him 5 or 6 times after that initial meeting. It was as if I could not escape him. After running into him so much I began to realize that he looked familiar. Then I realized that he and I had spoken online a few times a while back and had planned on meeting for a date. His schedule and mine had conflicted and he was rarely ever online to begin with so it never happened. When he introduced me to his boyfriend I could tell that they were new and fresh and it made me very sad to think about missing out on my opportunity.
That is how I feel all of the time. All of the time I feel like I am one step behind when it comes to finding my man. I know that these are extreme ways to think about it, but when it comes down to it, I am extreme.
Overall the block party was a really good time. There was dancing in the street, hot guys with their shirts off, and a lot of people in a really good mood. It seemed as though people were in a lot better mood than they typically are on a day to day basis in Boston. I had mentioned this to a friend beforehand about how interesting it is that for ONE weekend we call it PRIDE and everyone turns their bad attitudes into one of optimism and joy. It seems like if we all did this more often we could promote more of a teamwork effort in our group and then at one point, who knows, maybe we could dictate legislation with the amount of power that would create.
I've got my Pride, and no one's gonna take it away...
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