It Takes a Village To Feed a Child.
So this past weekend was New Jersey Pride down in Asbury Park, and it was the first time since moving to New Jersey that I have had the oppurtunity to go. Every other year I was somewhere else in the world and so it was not possible to attend. Yet I. and I did attend this year and I must admit I was pleasantly surprised that I had a great time.
C., I., and I got to asbury around 2:30. We spent 20 minutes parking the car, 10 minutes walking over, so we really arrived at the park grounds about 3, but did we go in and join our friends? Absolutely not. We all had to use a restroom and we didn't particularly fancy using the porto loo's, jon's, whatever you want to call them, they're gross. So we went to the bar across the street, which is called "Wonder Bar", but I can't help but think that once even a bit tipsy everyone calls "Wonder Bra". By the time I had finished using the loo, I. and C. had decided to get a beer. So we all sat in the Wonder Bra for about an hour and drank cold beers and watched the Yankees get their asses handed to them on a silver platter (it was so sad). Then we realized that we had been here an hour and totally ignored all for which we came, except the beer. So we wandered over to the park, spent the next two hours saying hello to everyone that we ran into and eventually settling slightly right of the stage. 15 jello shots later, I am completely sober still and a little annoyed that I'm sober when I'm making a valient effort to be a least a little tipsy, but nay it doesn't happen. My annoyed mood, however, completely disappeared when the headline act for New Jersey Pride 2006 came on. It was the Village People and I being the closet disco fanatic that I am, went a bit nuts. I most definitely have videos on my phone of the Village People telling me that they want me, in the navy. Along with the video of the YMCA, I think I can die a happy woman.
After the Village People were over everyone sort of packed up and went across the road, muttering things about napping and resting for the night to come. I think the majority were actually going back to the hotel to have intoxicated fornications. Good for them I say. I., C., and I hung around the park and when it got a bit emptier started throwing the football around and then walked for a bit. Where low and behold we found chicken/pork kebabs, and dollar beer. Good for us.
Eventually we went back to the hotel, cleaned up a bit, watched some telly, met up with some friends and then went out to Circuit. I danced a lot. I had a really good time, ran into a girl who at the end of a first date puked in my car, and then tried to kiss me, which I had no words for then and still they seem to elude me. Ran into some other friends. Realized that I don't have enough time in the day to all that I want to do. And crawled back to the hotel room, exhausted and still sober, and crawled into bed. After a little tussle and being punched in the head, wrapped my arms around I. and went to sleep.
The next morning we all woke up with a groan, but it didn't take us long to be up and moving. We took a long walk on the boardwalk and beach, because of course this was the first day all weekend that the sun was out. J. discovered three beautiful kittens that lived under the boardwalk. One calico, two black and white. They would let us within a foot and then run back under the boardwalk. So when we tried of this "cat and mouse game", we decided to go get something to eat before heading home. I. killed approximately 6 bucks (that's a male deer, ps.) and ate liverwurst. C. ordered too much food, as did I, and J. played with her palm pilot. None of this surprising to say the least.
The ride home was more intense for me than the entire weekend combined, because C. and I got into a particularly heated debate about something that is extremely important to me, and I. got to play tissue for the next hour. I. and I finally got home and realized after a bit that we wanted KFC, so we went, but they were closed! What kind of fast food restaurant closes at 9pm? Seriously! We discussed it and decided that fast food restaurants or any other type of restaurant for that matter should not be allowed to show food ads after the time that they close, it's a kind of torture that should not exist. We went searching for something else and settled on White Castle. I ordered too much and felt a bit sick when we finally laid down to sleep (watching Zorro... what a fruitcake).
But all's well that end's well....
C., I., and I got to asbury around 2:30. We spent 20 minutes parking the car, 10 minutes walking over, so we really arrived at the park grounds about 3, but did we go in and join our friends? Absolutely not. We all had to use a restroom and we didn't particularly fancy using the porto loo's, jon's, whatever you want to call them, they're gross. So we went to the bar across the street, which is called "Wonder Bar", but I can't help but think that once even a bit tipsy everyone calls "Wonder Bra". By the time I had finished using the loo, I. and C. had decided to get a beer. So we all sat in the Wonder Bra for about an hour and drank cold beers and watched the Yankees get their asses handed to them on a silver platter (it was so sad). Then we realized that we had been here an hour and totally ignored all for which we came, except the beer. So we wandered over to the park, spent the next two hours saying hello to everyone that we ran into and eventually settling slightly right of the stage. 15 jello shots later, I am completely sober still and a little annoyed that I'm sober when I'm making a valient effort to be a least a little tipsy, but nay it doesn't happen. My annoyed mood, however, completely disappeared when the headline act for New Jersey Pride 2006 came on. It was the Village People and I being the closet disco fanatic that I am, went a bit nuts. I most definitely have videos on my phone of the Village People telling me that they want me, in the navy. Along with the video of the YMCA, I think I can die a happy woman.
After the Village People were over everyone sort of packed up and went across the road, muttering things about napping and resting for the night to come. I think the majority were actually going back to the hotel to have intoxicated fornications. Good for them I say. I., C., and I hung around the park and when it got a bit emptier started throwing the football around and then walked for a bit. Where low and behold we found chicken/pork kebabs, and dollar beer. Good for us.
Eventually we went back to the hotel, cleaned up a bit, watched some telly, met up with some friends and then went out to Circuit. I danced a lot. I had a really good time, ran into a girl who at the end of a first date puked in my car, and then tried to kiss me, which I had no words for then and still they seem to elude me. Ran into some other friends. Realized that I don't have enough time in the day to all that I want to do. And crawled back to the hotel room, exhausted and still sober, and crawled into bed. After a little tussle and being punched in the head, wrapped my arms around I. and went to sleep.
The next morning we all woke up with a groan, but it didn't take us long to be up and moving. We took a long walk on the boardwalk and beach, because of course this was the first day all weekend that the sun was out. J. discovered three beautiful kittens that lived under the boardwalk. One calico, two black and white. They would let us within a foot and then run back under the boardwalk. So when we tried of this "cat and mouse game", we decided to go get something to eat before heading home. I. killed approximately 6 bucks (that's a male deer, ps.) and ate liverwurst. C. ordered too much food, as did I, and J. played with her palm pilot. None of this surprising to say the least.
The ride home was more intense for me than the entire weekend combined, because C. and I got into a particularly heated debate about something that is extremely important to me, and I. got to play tissue for the next hour. I. and I finally got home and realized after a bit that we wanted KFC, so we went, but they were closed! What kind of fast food restaurant closes at 9pm? Seriously! We discussed it and decided that fast food restaurants or any other type of restaurant for that matter should not be allowed to show food ads after the time that they close, it's a kind of torture that should not exist. We went searching for something else and settled on White Castle. I ordered too much and felt a bit sick when we finally laid down to sleep (watching Zorro... what a fruitcake).
But all's well that end's well....
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