Friday night was OC Pride at Knott’s Berry Farm. It was put on by the same lesbian that puts on Gay Days at Disneyland. So we were expecting a pretty big crowd. Unfortunately, the turn out was less then overwhelming. Although all that did show up were in a very gay mood and it was nice not to have to stand in long lines to get on the rides. All in all, it was a lot of fun. We drank in the parking lot, went on rides drunk (oh so very bad of an idea) and danced a little. It was a very relaxing evening with the girlfriend. A good way to kick off Pride weekend.
Anyways, the real fun was bound to happen the next day in Long Beach.
So I didn’t wake up so much bright and early Saturday morning as late and hungover from that bottle of rum I downed right before hitting up the roller coasters. Ughhh. Not to mention that it just happened to be “that time of the month” that day, so yay for me! Hungover, with cramps and a backache. Perfect.
But I was bound and determined not to let anything ruin our first Pride together, so I downed a massive amount of Midol, pepto-bismol and aspirin. And off we went ……
First up, we met up with some of Remi’s Marine corp friends. Who I always get along with. With the exception of this one guy her best friend keeps bringing along. Who I hear is a great person when he’s not drunk. However when he is drunk he’s so obnoxious I’ve almost had to hit him several times now. So obnoxious drunk dude in tow, check.
A few minutes later, my friend Maggie and her girl “A” show up. Yay for me but “Uh oh, this should be interesting to see how my friends get along with her friends.”
This was actually a topic of conversation between Remi and I. Remi was concerned that her friends might seem a bit rowdy to my friends. I wasn’t too worried. I know Maggie can seem a little reserved at times, but I also know she has a sense of humor and wouldn’t take anything too seriously. However, Remi was convinced that Maggie would not get along with her group.
However, Maggie was cool as hell (like I knew she would be) and no one threw any daggers at each other. That does not mean that it went particularly smoothly either. The two groups while cordial to one another, were not exactly on the same page for what they wanted to do that day. Which left Remi and I wishing we could clone ourselves so we could be with both groups simultaneously.
What ended up happening was we tried our best all day to split our time between both groups of friends. All the while worrying about the other group that we were neglecting. Combine the stress of trying to spend enough time with everyone with me feeling like absolute crap and the fact that I wasn’t drinking that day (which in retrospect may not have been the best day to quit drinking) and Remi and I started to act bitchy to one another. Not exactly the Pride we had planned.
We didn’t see any of my ex’s that day at the festival. But we did however get to see one of Maggie’s. Which was awesome, since she clearly saw us a few feet away and decided the best plan of action was to hide from us. Or at least try. It was entertaining.
We left the festival around 9:00 that night, headed home to change and get ready to meet up with everybody at Hamburger Mary’s that night. I almost didn’t go, but thank God I did, since apparently the Pride Gods were saving the “Ex Drama” for the cover of night.
This blog is getting uncomfortably long but the next one you’ll want to read. Especially since we run into Mr. and things get blog worthy real quick.
Might I just add… I was totally right; exes cower behind their new girlfriends because they are mortified to see you looking WAY better than them, and with someone way hotter