natalie fails at being gay again

Not really. But I missed Pride again this year. I was going to try and go with Andrea after the wedding reception, but I was too tired and drunk to go. Mom said there were fireworks. She and Laura wore their matching Pride t-shirts, I don't know if you've seen the logo, but it's fucking awesome. I'm going to make them wear them again so I can get the picture I wanted to get yesterday afternoon but did not. They were so cute.

See how awesome the logo is? Genius, even. I love it.

I haven't been to Pride since I was in high school. Mom said this time there weren't even any protesters, which is awesome. Although I've always harbored fantasies of throwing down (means fighting) with those bastards, or at least throwing water balloons at them. But it's great that they were absent, even though it was always hilarious to see them corralled in their little far-away corner, where they can't bother anyone, and they have to stand there in the heat and watch all the fags frolicking about and queering it up.

And I don't really fail at being gay. I'm a good gay. I care about gay things, and support gay causes, and try to be as gay as possible at all times to, you know, balance out all the hetero-ness in this world.

So to make up for missing Pride I want to have a party on the 28th (or the 27th, which is a Saturday) to celebrate Stonewall. And by party I mean I want to get drunk with people I like, and have a gay old time. Maybe I can have it at Andrea's and we can invite all the queers from Whole Foods. There are a lot of them. Don't worry, they're cool. Plus, you know I have a strict anti-crazy policy.

Oh, how fun. I'll talk to my sister about it today. Yay!