I'm not getting old damn it!

or, my how pride has changed...

1990: A case of beer at 9:00 on a Saturday morning is just a continuation of Friday night and a great way to kick off the weekend.
2004: 2 mimosas at 9:00 on a Saturday morning necessitate a 90 minute power nap around 11:00AM

1990: When passing a group of 5 cute dykes on the sidewalk in the afternoon, the appropriate action is to kidnap them and take them to the party.
2004: When passing said group, you either a) don't even notice or b) comment to your companion (who didn't notice) about how they are really going to regret those tattoos.

1990: All BBQ's have a keg and naked women.
2004: All BBQs have Pinot Grigio and a preponderance of polar fleece.

1990: 50,000 lesbians are gathering for a march at the park and you're the life of the party.
2004: How far is it to the park again? Can't we just jump in at the end and pretend?

1990: When crashing the gay boys party your posse immediately takes control since you out number them 2 to 1.
2004: When crashing the gay boys party you look from the kitchen to the living room to see 3 of your friends slumped on the couch... yawning.

1990: A 9PM pitstop at 7-11 involves two 12 packs and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
2004: A 9PM pitstop at 7-11 involves a 6 pack and 2 Red Bulls.

1990: When calling it a night, you accidently try to enter the neighbors house, waking his dogs and the entire street.
2004: When calling it a night, you accidently try to enter the neighbors house, but thankfully your friends wait to see that you get in okay and steer you in the right direction, but not before you've broken the guys garage door opener first. Hey, c'mon... I'm not THAT old!

1990: Waking up a Pride Sunday you don't even bother trying to figure out where $150 went. It was well spent you're sure.
2004: You wake to find that you still have $85 of the $100 you started out with in your pocket.

1990: Dykes on Bikes contingent takes 45 minutes to make it down Market Street.
2004: You're 15 minutes late to the parade and missed Dykes on Bikes all together. (What UP with that people?!)

1990: Brunch is a shopping cart full of beer and meat on a stick while watching the Parade.
2004: After one beer, you all decide to skip the rest of the Parade and brunch is a leisurely 2 hour affair at 2223.

1990: You spend the afternoon at the festival consensually groping other women and getting them to buy you beer.
2004: You spend the afternoon at the festival soaking up the sun and sipping $4 rum cocktails. (okay maybe a little groping)

1990: The evening is spent polishing off what's left of the keg. You definitely call in sick on Monday.
2004: The evening is spent watching the Tivo'd parade that you skipped out of for brunch, making fun of Jan Wahl, drinking vodka tonics and grilling a tri-tip. You still call in sick on Monday.

I had a fantastic time in my home away from home. Many many thanks to my gracious hosts Staz and the Engineer. Despite the massive construction (or destruction as it were) at your place, it still felt like home!

And my apologies to the Jaded Ju for not being able to locate the booth before I was hauled off to brunch! Next time chica!

Still working on the pics. Here are a few (very few) I forgot my digital on Pink Saturday, but I picked up a disposable so, I should have that developed by next year...