What a weekend, huh? Well if you weren't here, let me take this time to tell you a little story about last weekend.I had been hearing all weekend that it was suppose to storm, but of course I blew it off. NOTHING was going to ruin my Pride weekend.
When I hopped on my bike to ride home from work on Friday, it was just starting to sprinkle a little bit, so I hauled ass home, and hoped for the best. Well the rain held off and A got home and we started getting excited.
As we were getting ready, we heard the dreaded *beep beep beep beeeep. beep beep beep beeeep* "severe weather is heading towards the following counties...." and of course Hennepin was on the long list. We looked outside and the skies were getting darker by the minute. But we stayed calm. Patrick Hammer told that it would be a strong storm, but pass us by around 9. Well it got CRAZY out (it was about 6:30) rain, thunder, lightning, winds, branches flying past windows, dogs scared and hiding under the table, me opening another beer, you know, a big storm. And we waited and waited, and FINALLY, we decided it was clear enough to go. It roughly 9:30. We headed to uptown to the Bryant Lake Bowl, just to hang out. We got a few drinks, ran into some friends and had a nice time there.
We even had our photo taken by metromix or something like that. After a bit, our friends Anna and Jen (aka Jeffy) invited us to their friends house-or "club house" rather. So we headed over there. When we arrived, a group of about 10 lesbians were hanging out in the backyard in said club house. It was a screened in porch connecting to the garage-super spacious and super nice. That's when the night got hilarious. I don't know about you, but I don't always hang out with only lesbians. I should do this more often, because they are so damn funny. The things said, even side comments, made me laugh until I was crying. Before we knew it, it was 2:30. We needed to head home. And that we did.
The next morning we got up early and headed to Loring park, where the festival is held. We brought the Pugs and they were a hit, as always. We walked around for a while, checking out different booths, and watching assorted drag shows (that weren't very good, as usual.) Soon the dogs were to hot and tired to handle it, so we left. We brought the pups back home and headed BACK out to watch some World Cup soccer.
The US were playing Ghana and it was going to be a big game. Whoever won was advancing to the next round. Ghana is the last African nation still in the tournament. We headed to Downtown to watch the game and after standing in line at Brit's for 30 minutes and realizing it wasn't worth it, we headed to the News Room. It had a lot of people there, but wasn't packed. We had a drink while waiting for our table and some D-bag fake tan asshole started shit with A. He kept bumping her, so she asked me to switch with her and under his breath he said something to the affect of "well don't stand so close...think." He was really fucking lucky I was feeling love because I came very close to dumping my whole drink over his ugly stupid face. shortly after, he left with his other cocky-asshole friends. thanks goodness. We got a table and I spent the next 45 minutes explaining how soccer is played, the rules, strategies and so on to A, who had never really watched the game. Turns out she likes it! We also had a killer lunch (did you know you can add almost ANYTHING to a burger at the News Room-see their menu...its pretty awesome http://thenewsroommpls.com/home.aspx )
After we lost in overtime (sad day, I know) we headed home to nap. It had been a long day already and it was only 4pm! So we went home, relaxed a bit-watched some Ghostbuster's as we drifted off to sleep. Before we knew it, the alarm was going off and it was time to head out to the Dyke March. This was very exciting to me. A had never done something like this, and I remember my first one and how empowering it made me feel. This was going to be fun!
When we arrived at the Walker Art Center (where everyone was meeting us)there were good looking ladies all over the place. A was in shock. Lots of girls had signs and crazy outfits on. We reviewed "the rules" mainly that we did not have a permit, so we needed to stick to just one lane in order to NOT get arrested. There were Dykes on Bikes(our local Lesbian Motorcycles gang) to lead the pack, along with several girls on bikes to help stop traffic. After our quick review, off we went. We marched across Hennepin and turned to head into the heart of downtown. There were probably 200 or so Lesbians or friends of Lesbians involved. We marched the streets and chanted things like "We're here, We're Queer, we're Fabulous, Don't mess with us..." and "what do we want? RIGHTS, when do we want them? NOW!"It was an amazing experience. It almost takes your breath away to be part of something like that. After marching through downtown and back to Loring park, we headed back to the Walker. Just as the march was breaking up, it started to drizzle...what luck! 
We even had our photo taken by metromix or something like that. After a bit, our friends Anna and Jen (aka Jeffy) invited us to their friends house-or "club house" rather. So we headed over there. When we arrived, a group of about 10 lesbians were hanging out in the backyard in said club house. It was a screened in porch connecting to the garage-super spacious and super nice. That's when the night got hilarious. I don't know about you, but I don't always hang out with only lesbians. I should do this more often, because they are so damn funny. The things said, even side comments, made me laugh until I was crying. Before we knew it, it was 2:30. We needed to head home. And that we did.
The next morning we got up early and headed to Loring park, where the festival is held. We brought the Pugs and they were a hit, as always. We walked around for a while, checking out different booths, and watching assorted drag shows (that weren't very good, as usual.) Soon the dogs were to hot and tired to handle it, so we left. We brought the pups back home and headed BACK out to watch some World Cup soccer.
The US were playing Ghana and it was going to be a big game. Whoever won was advancing to the next round. Ghana is the last African nation still in the tournament. We headed to Downtown to watch the game and after standing in line at Brit's for 30 minutes and realizing it wasn't worth it, we headed to the News Room. It had a lot of people there, but wasn't packed. We had a drink while waiting for our table and some D-bag fake tan asshole started shit with A. He kept bumping her, so she asked me to switch with her and under his breath he said something to the affect of "well don't stand so close...think." He was really fucking lucky I was feeling love because I came very close to dumping my whole drink over his ugly stupid face. shortly after, he left with his other cocky-asshole friends. thanks goodness. We got a table and I spent the next 45 minutes explaining how soccer is played, the rules, strategies and so on to A, who had never really watched the game. Turns out she likes it! We also had a killer lunch (did you know you can add almost ANYTHING to a burger at the News Room-see their menu...its pretty awesome http://thenewsroommpls.com/home.aspx )
After we lost in overtime (sad day, I know) we headed home to nap. It had been a long day already and it was only 4pm! So we went home, relaxed a bit-watched some Ghostbuster's as we drifted off to sleep. Before we knew it, the alarm was going off and it was time to head out to the Dyke March. This was very exciting to me. A had never done something like this, and I remember my first one and how empowering it made me feel. This was going to be fun!
When we arrived at the Walker Art Center (where everyone was meeting us)there were good looking ladies all over the place. A was in shock. Lots of girls had signs and crazy outfits on. We reviewed "the rules" mainly that we did not have a permit, so we needed to stick to just one lane in order to NOT get arrested. There were Dykes on Bikes(our local Lesbian Motorcycles gang) to lead the pack, along with several girls on bikes to help stop traffic. After our quick review, off we went. We marched across Hennepin and turned to head into the heart of downtown. There were probably 200 or so Lesbians or friends of Lesbians involved. We marched the streets and chanted things like "We're here, We're Queer, we're Fabulous, Don't mess with us..." and "what do we want? RIGHTS, when do we want them? NOW!"It was an amazing experience. It almost takes your breath away to be part of something like that. After marching through downtown and back to Loring park, we headed back to the Walker. Just as the march was breaking up, it started to drizzle...what luck! 
A and I had driven, and were parked near by. We headed back to our car and over to an old friends house, where we hung out and listened to live Phish shows(of all things) for the next few hours. Before we knew it, the storm was building again. We decided it was time to go, and did that again, just in time. By the time we got home, it was pouring BUCKETS. we both got soaked just running into the house. we decided to stay home that night.
The next morning was the parade. I'm just going to post a handful of the photos Ive taken and pick up after the parade.
Rainbow Step Show!
North Star Roller Girls
Amanda hugging Alexis and Jason from FM107.1(our favorite gay boy)
We ran into Amanda's biggest crush in the cities-this girl does burlesque dancing and is amazing!
Rainbow dog
Drum and bugle corps quad players giving us a show!
Rainbow Step Show!
North Star Roller Girls
Amanda hugging Alexis and Jason from FM107.1(our favorite gay boy) We ran into Amanda's biggest crush in the cities-this girl does burlesque dancing and is amazing!
Rainbow dog
Drum and bugle corps quad players giving us a show!So the parade was AWESOME. A met a little boy, whose mom was with her girlfriend behind us, and hung out with him the whole parade. he was about 8 and way into it. He even had a little drum he was playing. Sara and I enjoyed the parade from the curb. After that, we headed back to Loring park and met our new friend Warren (who goes by Warr N. Piece) we hung out with him for the rest of the day, and again enjoyed some drag. Although this time was better. One of the Queens had all the little dancing kids come up on stage with her for her last number. TOO CUTE!
After enough bad pop to last me a lifetime (except Lady Gaga..she is rad) We headed to the 19 Bar. We tend to do this every Sunday of Pride. We met a lot of very nice people, and eventually ran into Anna and Jen and the group of ladies again. It was a real blast! After the alcohol started to catch up to us, we headed home. But all in all, it was a wonderful Pride (minus the poopoo weather.) Hope you were able to go and enjoyed yourself! CHEERS!
i love the pics of you guys!! too cute.
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