Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot

Just like New Years, Pride is celebrated once an annum here in Toronto. There are of course Easter, Eid, Passover, Thanksgiving etc. But Pride is on par with the excesses of New Years (and maybe Halloween). Although I at least like to think the costumes slow you down a little. Unless you are dressed like a mummy, then you can run like the wind!

This year, our little band of merry makers found ourselves sans Fab rooftop patio. For the last few years, Pink Girl had secured us access to a superb vantage point, but given her recent change of occupation (and the magazine is not the better for it I must add) this was not possible. Each time I walked by it was completely empty and sorely missed.

Little Yellow Fire Hydrant came to the rescue and saved me when my dogs started barkin’. As much as I love Pride, I say no, no, no to the crazy lines. A friend of his was kind enough give us access to his rooftop pool and patio. Ahhhh. Much more civilized it was to have a bird’s eye view of the whole thing.

Don’t get me wrong, we had a fantastic time milling about for a while. But when you want sitting and a beer that is what you want. To quote CJ, “if you want sittin’, you just want sittin’”.

Poor KitKat was earmuff bound due to an unfortunate liquid build up/torn ear drum. There was talk of needing a skin graft to fix it, but he seems to be on the mend. There were numerous Helen K. jokes that were told at his expense and we made him read lips most of the day, but he seemed to have a good time.

Of course Pride wouldn’t be Pride without at least one unfortunate incident. A certain AC had one too many and before any of us could stop him, he plopped down on the ground and wet himself. Naturally I snapped a photo and then asked him if he was okay (through fits of giggles). Okay, truth be told, he was just telling a story and I poured club soda on his crotch, but still, it makes a good photo no?

Mr. Underpants also sustained an injury at Lord Fauntleroy’s post-Aqua BBQ bash. There was a big goose egg and a little blood, but nothing a burger and pink lemonade with vodka wouldn’t fix. Speaking of Aqua, I owe CPB a big thanks for that "one more drink". I also owe him an apology for leaving a scratch on his nose from a failed attempt at greasing his lenses.

One of the Twins was out from Vancouver this year and that was a real treat. I haven’t seen him for years and it was affirmation that some things never change. He has mellowed (a little) but is as delicious to hang around as ever. He had to disappear for a couple hours to find a fax machine as he sold his condo back home and had to sign the papers. Damn BlackBerrys! Damn them to hell!

The Girls in the Dollhouse and CJ were marching in the parade this year and were tres hungry afterwards (and responsible for a huge cooler) and we never did manager to hook up. But, much like New Years, Mr. Underpants and I are heading over there shortly to nurse ourselves back to health with more good times. July and August are going to be meat and alcohol free for me, so I need to ready myself.

Happy Pride everyone!!!