I’m sitting by the pool and it’s Gay Pride Weekend 2011 in Palm Springs. Now don’t get the impression that it’s warm sunny PS with pink clouds of queer above. There are clouds of various kinds across the Valley (read into that as you may) and the weather is chilly. In fact I need some socks on my bare tootsies until Miss Sunshine pokes her head out and says “Heigh.” Oh there she is. Oh there she went. Oh well. Dress accordingly I think.
Luckily my iPhone 4 allows me to blog and listen to new music I’m living for from Will Young, The Saturdays and The Wanted while I OCD all over the place in the process with updates, email checks and phone chatting. Wake up America! I have. The time change getcha in check, huh?! Oh, the joy of that extra hour of partying. I used to live for that. Nowadays not so much.
Last night we got all gussied up and pressed over to our friends place who had a small gathering of maybe 3 to 4 hundred plus people. Yes, 400 people. The party is called “Booze and Nuts” (I believe) and the Skyy Voddy is lined up with cranberry juice, tonic, et al. and bowls of nuts positioned all over this house that has been opened up to show its grandeur. It’s phenomenal. From their white Bentley to the vaulted ceilings of white gleam holding numerous plasmas playing music videos and porn clips with the most beautiful men Palm Springs offers its the place to be when Mike and Kenny have a party. Love those guys!
Afterwards we pressed to Arenas Road for the new Block Party and that was a nice effort from the Pride committee. There’s a video of it on my Facebook Wall. We walked around for a bit and headed back up to Zin to have dinner with Grand Marshall of the parade Mindy and the rest of gay Palm Springs. Everyone was there enjoying their meals and scenes. We got a good giggle over Kaiser Grill having the rainbow flag upside down. Note: Red is on top, Purple on the bottom. New restaurant Lulu had a private event going on or they would have gotten our money for food. Hope that was a $mart deal on their part for being closed to the public on Saturday of Gay Pride, or Pride as its called in these here parts to “unite and be inclusive to all.” Bullshit. Gay pride is Gay Pride. It’s a day for LGBT (and now Q I’m seeing.) End of discussion. Or is it…
Not sure what to wear at the parade but guaranteed it will be warm and fierce. And speaking of warm there’s the sun, again. Yes, Miss Sun. Hit me with your best shot. That’s the stuff. Am I typing outside my head? I believe the point of this blog post entry was Gay Pride and how it brings up past fond memories of Pride’s past. Being blown to bits on, hmmm, how do you say… a good time, tears of sadness over ridiculous actions of others, the excitement of the very first parades I walked in, riding on floats with roommate transsexual Shawnna Brooks to Muscle Marys from World Gym with our shirts off, arriving in Amsterdam at noon during Gay Pride and the hoards of people lining the canals (not to mention the show I put on for the parade goers from our window fresh out of the shower.)
I’ve celebrated Gay Pride in New York City, Atlanta, Amsterdam, San Francisco, Ft. Lauderdale, Miami, Long Beach and today I’m living in sunny Palm Springs about to go and find this fabulous scarf my mom made for Jacques and I knitted out of rainbow yarn. Perfect! Celebrate life and Pride. I am.