Monday, June 30, 2014

#Pride Weekend in Review

You know those incredible weekends when you get home from work on Friday night and your friends invited you out but you lied and told them you weren't feeling well, but really you just wanted to finish watching Orange is the New Black in your nightgown with a doughnut and raspberry hard cider?  And then on Saturday you sleep in until 11 because you have nowhere to be, and then you finally get out of the house at around 2:00, do some shopping, and then on Sunday repeat the process with a good book at the park?

Yeah, this was not one of those weekends.

This weekend was Pride weekend, the holiest of holy weekends in San Francisco.  No one walks away unscathed.

I'd done Pride in Paris a few years back, but extenuating circumstances (aka birthdays and baby showers) always kept me from celebrating it in San Francisco to the full extent it deserves.

Well, this weekend more than made up for that.  Highlights of the weekend include:
  • At least 20 people trying to pull my wig off my head at the Pink Party on Castro street (maybe this wasn't a highlight, per se, but it happened all the same).
  • Drunk singing to Mariah Carey at Badlands at 9pm.
  • Wearing a purple wig.
  • Reuniting with long-lost friends.
  • Chatting with Oakland mayor Jean Quan about purple wigs and pink boas, and where the best place to order said items is.
  • Pictures.  So many pictures.
  • Finding a clean bathroom *just in time* and no line!  A #Pride miracle.
  • March dancing.
  • 80 degree weather.
  • Sunscreen.
  • Finding $10 on the sidewalk.
  • San Francisco.  Because we love people.  No matter what.  But we love a party even more.
  • Also, a family reunion (more on that later).
  • Also, dog kisses.

    Basically I couldn't have asked for a better weekend.  Thank you to everyone involved!  Let's do this again sometime, shall we?

Celebrating love is a beautiful thing.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

The Quarter Century Shuffle

My sister is one of the prettiest, smartest, funniest, bravest and most creative people I know.  She taught me how to not take life so seriously (she's working on it, anyway), and for that I'm forever in her debt. 

I know I wrote a post on here not too long ago explaining just how great she is, so instead of going on and on about more of the same, I decided to write my sister a little poem for this, her 25th birthday:

The Quarter Century Shuffle

more iconic than
kim zolciak's
tardy to the party remix

more divine than

and blue ivy's hair


10 more years until botox

also, bethenny's divorce was finalized this month
for everyone

bye felicia

Sunday, June 15, 2014

I Love You, Man

This guy did stay-at-home-dad parenting before it was cool.  He sewed together leather arrow quivers for my brothers.  He built a tree fort.  He painted my sister's nails.  He bought my sister and me all the Shirley Temple movies.  He had long talks in the car with me about global warming, the futility of religion, and the nature of the universe.  He buys random knickknacks on random days and just hands it to you and says, "Here, this made me think of you."  He's the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. He makes pizza from scratch.  He's what all hipsters strive to be, only he's the original.  And he's my dad.

I love you, Dad.  Thanks for all you unconditional love.  And thanks for being as awesome of a grandpa as you are a dad.  If I ever have kids, it's just so they can have a grandpa like you.  I don't have much of a cool factor, but what I do have is because of you.  I start most stories with strangers with a, "Well, I'm pretty boring, but let me tell you about my dad."

Happy Father's Day to my dad and brothers.  You're all awesome fathers, and the fact that you have kids makes me feel really old and spinster-y, but your kids are the cutest, so it's ok.  I forgive you.