Pride Recap: Oh The Time We Had

No, Seattlest didn't quite make it to everything on the checklist we created last Friday, but we did manage to stay out past midnight on both weekend evenings, proving we've still got it after all.

Friday night's Purr toga party proved to be a sausagefest, which I'm sure was fun if you're into that sort of thing. We, however, are not, so we headed down to Chapel to party with our people. Damn it was packed. The ladies were in full force, all in their sleekest gear. As far as we could tell, there was one waitress working the outdoor area and she did a fine job, considering she had three hundred customers to herself. It was all fun and games until a friend of a friend blew chunks all over everyone's feet. Cheers, girl! We hope you recovered alright.

Needless to say, we didn't make it to the naked bike ride Saturday morning. In fact, we didn't make it to much. We followed the dyke march for about a block and then beat it to get some grub. We knew we were going to need a nice grub foundation for the amount of ass-shaking that was about to go down.

We don't know anyone who forked over the $30K cover at Girl 4 Girl, so we didn't feel so bad being cheapskates and heading to Cherry. The latter was a hell of a time. The DJ played Journey, she played Michael Jackson...twice! To the woman in the long-sleeved leotard: we salute you. To the lady in the jeweled g-string and pasties: we salute you. To all the hipster dykes with their fabulous hair: we salute you. We're sure G4G was great, too. Did anyone go? It sure seemed like all the lesbians in the entire region were split between Cherry and the Wildrose block party. Kind of hard to believe G4G was packed, too, but we'll leave that recap (and any boy-focused events) to the commenters.

By parade time Sunday morning, we were flustered from the 40 minutes we spent at Martins Off Madison waiting for our French toast to get made. We're not going to slam them too hard for taking 40 minutes to cook five slices of bread, though. Obviously their gaytastic waitstaff was prided-out by yesterday morning. The hazy cutie bartender did as well as she could as a waitress. But damn! 40 minutes! We were marching in the parade, so we don't have much to report on that. The people dressed like pianos in front of us were freaking awesome, though.

photo courtesy of Flickr user bmyers2