Today officially kicks off Pride Weekend in New York City, and I couldn't be more excited. Broke, oppressed, horny and hungover, I feel like those mighty drag queens who rose up in revolt, lo, those 41 years ago. (I'm also pissed about Judy's death, but that's neither here nor there.)
Really, though, I have psyched myself up for this like no one's business. But no one's ready to play at 8:30-some on a Friday morning. I'm thinking I'm going to make pancakes. But I think it's lame to make myself pancakes today. It would be like my mother getting all excited for Mother's Day and making pancakes for herself. It ain't fittin', Miss Scarlett. It just ain't fittin'.
Then there's the matter of the rest of the day, until this evening's karaoke celebration. What'll I do till then? Ideas? Hit me up!
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I'd say make yourself some motherfuckin pancakes! But that's just cause I love pancakes so much. Then, hmmmmm? There's got to be some pretty incredible events lined up all day long, right? Do I need to start googling?
1) You need to make the best pancakes ever!
2) Then you need to play dress-up and prepare your wardrobe (make-up?) for the weekends festivities so that no outfit gets too much play-time.
3) Then you need to warm up your vocal chords with belting show tunes from the fire escape, or something.
By then it will be like 10am and you can take a nap, Scarlett.
Just be sure to eat before you go out so no one thinks you're a pig.
I refuse to believe NOBODY is out partying for Pride already at 8 am. Get thee to the Village at once - you'll find something.
(I assume the gays on Pride are like the Irish-Americans on St. Paddy's - there is no such thing as "too early")
I should clarify: there's nothing FREE going on. Any smart businessperson is charging a cover. Hell, I had to pass a fiver just to go the grocery store.
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