The flame landing strip on the Lush Food Bar patio always freaks me out.
I know the pictures are sparse and blurry, but the girls at classafrass turned it out tonight.
Tader and I went to see the film “Tree of Life” yesterday. It was so terrible that I suspected that we were part of some experiment to see how bad a movie can be before the entire audience walks out.
Now the trailer makes the movie looks halfway decent:
Last year I went to the Twin Cities Pride Parade and I was thoroughly underwhelmed. I skipped the parade this year and went to Loring Park on Saturday and Sunday.
Saturday was muggy and drizzly, so the park wasn’t very busy.
We to see Far From Falling at the Gay Pride Block Party. Here are some pictures.
Gay Pride is sort of like Mardi Gras – you can run around half-naked or rock really obnoxious fashion and it’s somehow socially acceptable. My contribution to the hot messitude of Pride weekend is my douche bag haircut. Behold:
It is Minneapolis Gay Pride season again. We started the hilarity off yesterday at the Gay 90’s Miss City of the Lakes Pageant, which was bizarre combination of experienced performers and extremely green queens.
The regular girls are hard to top:
This week at the Pumps & Pearls Drag Revue (aka Classafrass) we saw some new outfits:
I’m all about the sticker graffiti in the neighborhood. I think it is more clever and interesting than the majority of spray painted graffiti around these parts.
The temperature this summer is bizarre. It is either in the low 60’s or upper 90s, and Harley isn’t about the heat:
There is large dog in my neighborhood named Chester. Chester’s owners never have him on a leash. Ever.
I used to let my dogs out in the back of my building without a leash late at night. After a very bad incident I learned that a dog fight will start regardless of how nice your dogs are. If the leashed dog is vicious then your dog will respond. A leashed dog is also more likely to assume an unleashed dog is a threat and the ensuing drama is ALWAYS the fault of the owner of the unleashed dog.
I went to Luther Nissan Kia yesterday because my windshield wipers broke again. My 30 minute appointment slowly crept past the 3-hour mark before I left. At first I was okay with the lengthy car appointment because it would allow me a chance to blog, but my new HP Envy laptop lagged so badly that I could not even type in Microsoft word properly.
A few hours later I parked at the Mall of America and walked to the Microsoft Store with my laptop. I felt like a complete terrorist walking through the mall with the computer bag. I even got a few nasty glares.
“Toast” is my descriptor for the type guy who has the same bland conversation with me repeatedly because he is interested but too scared of rejection to actually ask me out on a date. He greets me, asks about my weekend, comments on the weather, and then disappears for a few days only to repeat the same exchange next week. (The full list of characters is here.)
This guy’s timidity precludes me from asking him out because I know that the guy is likely to be dull (like toast) or at least way too self-conscious to date. The problem is that toast is polite enough that I can’t justify blocking him, so I play along and feed into this viciously dull cycle.
Being my Facebook friend allows toast to passively keep up with my life without fear of rejection. The more aggressive toast (dark bread) looms for weeks or even months. It never rots, and just gets very, very stale…and sometimes moldy.
One problem I have with OkCupid is that it has several options for passive communication. You can favorite, rate and wink at people and the site lets them know. For every message I get there are five pieces of toast who opt for the more passive ways of flirting (which rarely provoke a response from me.)
I feel like I’m in the toast factory. Can I get some jam?
The next drag superstar is born!
Kiki Vivian Palmer performed Robyn’s “Call Your Girlfriend” at the Classafrass. So fab.
“A guy walked up to me last night randomly and said the following: “I don’t think I’d know what to do if I were a black guy in this city. I mean no one really wants to date you guys from what I’ve seen. I don’t even date black guys and I think of myself as a pretty liberal person. That’s gotta be tough cause you’re a pretty cute guy” *sigh. seriously? FML”
That is hilarious because it is true.
And of course sticker art has its own wikipedia entry. This stuff is so official, folks.
