So, today I worked at the San Jose Gay Pride Festival. I was in a tent selling beer. Gah...standing for 8 hours...but it was still fun and I made some $. I was working with 3 other guys...Chris and Rich, a fairly sedate couple, and Roland, an absolutely SCREAMING, FLAMING limp-wristed caricature. My job was basically to keep him in line He was all over the place...wore a necklace of plastic penises (peni?), called everyone girlfriend, jumped around with a magic wand...all well and good, but when he kept trying to give beers away to guys, I had to put the hammer down. "ROLAND, NO!!"

About an hour before we had to stop selling:

Chris - "You know, you really don't seem very gay."
Me - "Well, Chris, that's because I'm not."
Chris - "WHAT?! Why are you here?"
Me - "I need money."
Chris - "Well, if you were gay, I'd do you."
Me - "Uh, thanks!"

And I don't like beer, either. And the music was HORRIBLE. Cece Peniston, Crystal Waters, tons of that awful boom-chuck boom-chuck boom-chuck techno dance shit But lots of fun was had, I'm $125 richer, and I did give Roland a goodbye hug.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
I think pinupcam is going to kill me...
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Listening to: Nick Lowe - Nick the Knife