You don’t even know who she is.
It doesn’t even matter who she is, but doesn’t it look like she’s having fun!
I think it looks like making coffee is too much fun to be paid for - though I know my friends in Starbucks would certianly disagree…
Archive for June, 2004
My sister wants to go to Stanford, and so since I’m in the area, and remain a wonderful person, I dug deep into my heart and pulled out enough kindness to go around their massive campus for her.
Never do this if you’re tired, have been drinking the night before, or are generally in a ratty mood; it’s a huge place and you can easily exhaust yourself just looking for a cafe.
Physics is never the most amazing subject to tour a campus for, not all that much that someone can show you without letting you near sensitive equipment, or sensitive data, and hence tours tend to be rather tedious. No change here - it was slow. What was great though was the day - a sparkling, bright, sunny day. The whole campus looked like some sort of expensively executed care home development where no-one does any actual physical work, but remains cocooned inside, protected from the harsh realities of the outside world by glass walls and air conditioning.
You can lie in the shade in this place and get a suntan from the light reflecting off the golden sandstone which is used throughout. Someone must have owned a quarry - the stuff is everywhere, you can’t get away.
Anyway, it comes across as a nice place with plenty of parking space. Of course, it really ought to, as the financial aid accounting department has really got its act together…
“The 2003-2004 estimated costs associated with attendance for the three-quarter academic year total
$40,591
and include:
Tuition: $28, 563
Room and Board: $9,073
Books and Supplies: $1,185
Personal Expenses: $1,770
Nice. I dunno - she might be going somewhere slightly more down to earth unless there are some fantastic scholarships around - my daddy’s last name isn’t Gates you know. Please!
Pride was hot - literally. I was burning up and now my face is all painful and sensitive. Plus, there were lots of fat ugly people there. But overall it was fun and a bit of a giggle with the crazy, massive crowds that gathered for the parade and the immensity of the whole celebration that covered at least ten blocks. It was huge and fun and crazy. More details later.
Ok, so we actually only got there around noon, stupid us, meaning that we actually missed most of the parade. Big whoop. But still, oops. Not that there was any shortage of camp men to laugh at though - this is San Francisco after all. The crowd watching the parade was loud and run, pushing and trying to get a better look at all the participants fooling abuot in front of our faces, and cheering whenever a ‘just married’ float/car came past.
After about a half hour the parade ended. Just like that - there was no real indication the thing was about to stop until I saw a huge block of perhaps fifty ’safety monitors’ walking along, completely blocking the road. That ended it in typical ‘there’s nothing to see here, big fat dyke blocking your view’ kind of style. So we wandered off, around, and then over the barriers to try and find somewhere not suffused with straight people who seemed to have taken over the event. It’s nice to see lots of ‘understanding’ mothers, daughters, fathers and sons, but sometimes you just want the straight people to not be there. But then at the same time I realise that it’s amazing they come, something I personally really appreciate and would personally thank them for if I had the guts and the shamelessness.
So then it was on to the food, the beer, the tacky stage and the mini dj stations. The whole event covers such a large area that its impossible to not have something to do, even if it is going to a display of S&M, or a gay line dancing class. I’d go again for sure, though of course it’s by far the most fun if you have a gaggle of friends to go along with. I think it’s hard to attend an something like pride with just one other person - you don’t have the extra eyes and ears that act like a collective radar for anything outrageous, silly or slanderous, but you are constantly having to be aware of whats going on around you rather than enjoying just being there.
Oh, Graham Norton was there looking as camp and British as ever, and then a million acts culminating in Chaka Khan doing an awful attempt at trying to not look old, set. The stage stuff was rubbish but funny, really not that bad… though I did get burnt standing in the sun, which has not been fun.
Anyway, it was fun, busy and hot… all that a pride could ever want to be… just for next year’s pride
Alaina’s photos
She says it was because the BART train lurched forwards, though I don’t believe her. I think she just wanted a feel.
The good news is that through a combination of my penis and my grabbing her arm, I managed to prevent her crushing a poor little eleven year old boi who looked terrified afterward. The dear child was such a wimp, rich kids shouldn’t be allowed on public transportation, their brains are not capable of dealing with the traumas.
And the rest of the SF scene includes what appears to be a lot of posturing. To walk into that ‘club’ which is really a sweaty, crowded, old man’s bar, you would not want to be under 21. Old guys go there because they know that there is a faint chance they’ll pick up a piece of ass, though anyone with half a brain would take one look inside there and run - which is exactly what I did, only just keeping my pants with me.
We did the Dyke March today though which was fun and then the whole street parade/party that is going on down in the Costa/Market area of town. It wasn’t really clear what most people were actually DOING there as there wasn’t really a whole lot to do - you could hang around and watch people, go into a bar, or go to a restaurant. For a Saturday afternoon/night over a Pride weekend, I’ve seen better. I’m not quite sure how San Francisco manages to maintain its reputation as a gay mecca - the fact that there are lots of fags here surely can’t be that much of a draw - there appears to be no organisation, no planning or forethought.
I’ve literally just come back from the street parade - the indication that it’s before midnight being that there was not a whole lot to keep me there. I was let down by that because I’d been completely prepared to stay out all night if there was somewhere good, but to no avail, there was nothing I could do.
One thing that understandably caught my eye were two boys who must have been around 17/18, dancing with each other in the street to the music of a dj station.
they had no rhythm.
There were more arms flailing about than in an exploding mannequin factory. They have no clubs to go to for learning to dance in the style known as gay, and so looked SHIT when doing it in public. Poor things, move to another country that isn’t quite so stupid with alcohol.
Fuck it.
As I’m under fucking 21 and have no fake ID I’m going to have to go to some shitty 18+ club. Trying to find the Edge for tonight, if anyone else is in SF, i’m wearing a faggy blue t with a big star on the front. Camp it up and visit me.
I just fucking broke my camera. It’s not working at all and just sits there, annoying me out of the corner of my eye, not responding to any manipulation of stimulation I can give it. It’s like some fucking annoying pretty fag boy who won’t respond to come ons.
As I was walking back to the immensely massive SUV that we’re borrowing, after a while sunbathing in the park, I saw it slide from the pile of clothes I was carrying and just bounce on the tarmac like a beach ball. It bounced and rolled under a nearby car, never to work again.
I hadn’t even been paying real attention to the fact that it might fall, so am particularly fucked off about this.
MOOD = PISSY
And when looking across the water from our little gated community, I can easily realise the draw of the place and the attraction of living in such a beautiful coastal city. It’s expensive and consumeristic, but seems like a fun place to be, to get involved in, and to immerse oneself in.
I’m going to try my best at all three…
Again this is me, looking shit, but now in California Oregon… We’d stopped to walk through a park in a little Oregon town called Ashland, and A and I made kids of ourselves by stomped along the bottom of the stream that runs through the grounds. Of course I could take of my top and look a fool, all pasty and white, whilst she could only grin at my silly nature and feel hot in the summer sun, layers of cotton tanktops keeping her toasty warm.
I think waxing for hair-removal should be used as a torture technique because she’s been doing it to me for the last two days whenever we have a quiet hour or something, and it has to be the most painful thing ever. I really would do anything to have her stop doing it. My legs hurt now. They used to be really hairy, now they just itch!
The look good though!
Though it took us two days to get down the coast of Washington, Oregon and then half of California, we’ve done the road trip. What’s beautiful about this drive is the landscape and the variety of scenery that one passes through. Funny also, how you become completely oblivious to the most spectacular views simply because you become used to it and the stunning backdrops flashing past don’t appear quite so spectacular as they really ought. We drove through the mountainlands, the forests and the plains to come to the foggy, windy city that is the San Francisco metropolis and I’m glad we took the time to drive down as it’s certainly been a hot experience.
