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Have Rental Car, Will Travel

I swear, my life has been non-stop since getting a rental car last Thursday, which is a good thing since last week I totally lost my shit after being stuck in the house with no car.

Thursday I got my not-so-fabulous rental car - a red Dodge Neon. It has like no acceleration and I'm afraid it's going to get me killed driving on the freeway. It is kind of fun, though, to listen to a song with heavy bass because it totally makes the sideview mirrors shake, almost like a Tyrannosaurus rex is approaching, though I suppose it could have been the power trying to come back on.

The silly thing about the Neon is that I'm actually a little afraid of driving it. I realized the other day that I haven't had a car with a backseat since either 1993 or 1994 (my last three cars have been two-seaters; two were convertibles and the other had t-tops), so it just seems huge. I'm such a weirdo.

Anyway, as soon as I got the rental, I headed to Wal-Mart to get some shopping done since I needed Diet Cherry Cokes and some postcards to send to Flickr. I made out like a bandit there since I got four twelve packs of Coke, two pairs of boxer shorts (which is work clothing for me since I work from home), two pairs of shoes, some jeans, a purse, shampoo, conditioner, and some groceries for $100.

My parents, my brother, my aunt, and I usually go eat dinner somewhere about once a week and Friday my dad told me I could pick the restaurant since I usually don't get to which really made me happy. I chose Pei Wei since I hadn't been there in a very long time. Food was delicious and we all stuffed ourselves. Mmmmm. Mongolian beef.

After hanging out at Russell's apartment for a little bit, we went home and I was contemplating slipping into a food coma when my phone rang. It was my friend Johanna asking me if I'd left yet. I had no idea what she was talking about until she pointed out that the show at The Continental Club that I thought was the next day was actually starting. Ooops. I quickly touched up my make-up, threw on some clothes, and ran out the door, arriving at The Continental Club at exactly the same time as Johanna.

The first band was Two Hoots and a Holler, a mostly rockabilly group who also play some mean cover songs. Their guitarist was so incredible and they had a really hot girl on drums who fucking rocked. I was a percussionist in high school and one of only three girls to march a drum in four years at both my high school and the sister school across the way, so I'm always pleased to see a girl on drums. I liked them so much I bought one of their CDs and would definitely recommend catching them live if you get a chance.

Next up was Guy Forsyth, which is actually the reason that Marc, Irfan, Rod, Michelle, Johanna, a few other people, and I went to the club to begin with. Guy is Irfan's total hero/boy crush and he's a huge groupie, so an opportunity to see Guy is never missed.

Guy was really good, but after about two hours of him on top of the other band, I was ready to give my ears a break and get out of there. I was also starving, so Marc and I took off for an early morning breakfast at Katz's where I got my usual of French Fries and French toast. I know it sounds weird, but trust me, it's delicious.

By the time we got done eating and I got back to my side of town (Oh, how I hate living in the suburbs!), it was about 3:45, making it close to 5:00 in the morning before I even got the bed.

The next day I worked for a few hours and then headed out to the Heights to meet Irfan and Marc at someone's house for a pre-Pride Parade party. Jess was there too, so I got to see her briefly before heading over to the parade.

This was my first Pride Parade and I loved every minute of it. It's probably cheesy, but I was so proud of everyone that marched or even came out. I hate how this country is becoming more and more dominated by the conservatives and religious right and to stand up and be proud of who you are is wonderful. I clapped and cheered for each person that walked past me, taking pictures the whole time.

I don't have any of them up at Flickr yet except for this one, which seems to sum up everything the parade was about. I can never understand why people get so upset if someone's gay. There's not enough love in the world as it is, so why deny it when two people are lucky enough to find each other?

After the parade, we all went to JR's Bar & Grill for a drink and to get out of the heat. It's hard to believe, but that was my first time in a gay bar. How have I never been in a gay bar before? Melissa and I loved it, not least of all because of the fabulous apple martinis, so hopefully we'll be back there soon.

Next on the list was drinking and dart playing at Dog House Tavern. When we got there, it was dead, but soon some very drunk/high people including, apparently, a pro bowler (WTF? That's what they said the one guy was, but surely that couldn't have been right) showed up to liven the place up.

I swear, if I was a lesbian, I would never want for a date since no less than four girls came over to hang out with me, all of them proclaiming that I was hot. This doesn't even include the incredibly sexy girl at the parade that wanted to give me her number. I guess if I'm ever in need of an ego boost, Westheimer is the place to go.

When the place shut down, I was starving, so Marc, Irfan, Josh, Melissa, and I went to Late Night Pie for some pizza. Man, it was good. It's not as good as Frank's or Romano's in my opinion, but neither of them are open at 3:00 am either. After dinner, a quick stop at the store, and the drive home, it was a little after 4:30 before I got home.

Is it obvious that I was glad to get out of the house this weekend? ;-)

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we haven't been to Pride in a couple of years. we were going to go this year, but I came down with the crud Friday evening and spent all of Saturday in bed. :(

.: girl said on June 29, 2005 04:09 AM :: link it :.

French Toast and French Fries? Sounds good to me! You'd giggle that whenever I got to TGIFridays, I get French Dip, French Onion Soup, and French Fries. The whole french array :D

Sounds like lots of fun goin' on for you - cool cool!!! :)

.: kristine said on June 29, 2005 06:06 PM :: link it :.

It was great seeing you guys at the show. The pictures I took at the Two Hoots show are in my gallery.

.: Jay Lee said on June 30, 2005 07:42 AM :: link it :.

What is this Flickr Schwag stuff? It's funny you mention the Dog House Tavern. I've never heard of it before but this makes like the 3rd time this week someone has mentioned going there. Strange.

.: Jenn said on June 30, 2005 03:39 PM :: link it :.

Hope the car stuff works out, i was never at a Pride Parade we dont get that around here!

.: Terry said on June 30, 2005 10:21 PM :: link it :.

I've had some homophobic friends go to Katz's and be afraid. Hehe.

.: Ryan said on July 3, 2005 11:21 PM :: link it :.

I'm a "live and let live" type of person. I mean average, lay people when I say this. I don't think most people get upset just because someone is gay. I never have. What irritates me, and most people is when someone wants to thrust their sex life in our faces. I don't like other heteros doing it, and I don't like homos doing it either. I have no problem with people having a gay pride parade. Now, watch someone have a straight pride parade, the same people who say "be yourself, don't repress your feelings" and all that will be the first ones to jump up and raise hell.

.: Jason said on July 6, 2005 09:02 AM :: link it :.

I love it when the windows vibrate

.: fin said on July 7, 2005 08:32 PM :: link it :.

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