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elfsOmaha is meta-psychic. She claims she knows what I'm thinking if she could read my mind. Usually, she's right about that, too.
Today is Omaha and my 16th anniversary, official, since we were married in 1989. Both of us were oddly crabby this morning, and seemed somewhat forgetful, although, we've booked a weekend two weeks from now where we'll have time to ourselves, so we didn't make a big deal about it today. Instead, we did routine things, like make oatmeal for the girls, and clean up our digital lives, and stuff like that. And then we headed off to the Seattle Pride Parade.
I have mixed feelings about the parade, but I'll just give the rundown. We got there shortly before noon, but I had to park so far away from my family that it wasn't until about 1:00pm that I caught up with them. They were sitting by Roy street, while yet another gay & lesbian martial arts group ("Quantum Martial Arts", oh my gods, how trite can it get?) went by. Square dancers, librarians, gay & lesbian pet owners, a socialist running for city council ("Rent control! Minority quotas! Disarm the police!"), gay & lesbian Latinos (and will someone please explain to me why a lesbian would get breast implants?), anti-war groups, anti-Bush groups, Democrats (but wait, I repeat myself), and groups so poorly labeled I wasn't sure what they represented. Finally the BiNet group walked by with Yamaarashi's mother, mother's girlfriend, and sister wandered by. Omaha, Kouryou-chan, and Yamaarashi-chan all joined them, leaving me to play the traditional role as pack-Elf, picking up all the supplies (two fold-up chairs, two picnic blankets, water supply) and carrying them up to the park for the Festival.
The Festival was lively, despite the cool, grey clouds overhead. There were a lot of pretty people there, some wearing almost nothing, a few down to sheer underwear. And I've become convinced of one thing: there are just too damn many people wearing Utilikilts. It's a privelege, not a right, people. I'm not buying one. If I'm going to wear a kilt, it's going to be wool, it's going to be honest. I'll probably buy from North Channel if I can afford it.
I'm tempted to go to the "Screw Abstinence!" party later this month.
We stopped to have lunch. The girls ate corndogs, and I had a mad cow taco. We ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tygereclipse , Nurse Ratchet, and eventually even fallenpegasus. While I was waiting in line for my taco, I heard the couple behind me discussing "that new Johnny Depp movie," as the shorter one put it. "Oh, you mean Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?" said the other. "Yeah. Isn't that a remake of something?" said the first. Oy.
Afterward, we wandered down to the families area and let the kids watch the big "Bubbleguy" show, where this guy who obviously does the Santa routine showed how to use just about any household item as a bubble wand, making huge swath of bubbles that looked vaguely Lovecraftian but the girls loved every second of it. Eventually, it became time to go home.
I was fortunate; I caught a bus going by the park that went right back up along the parade route and dropped me off about eight blocks from the car. On the bus, I saw one of those classic "WTF?" couples: big guy, very heavyset, poorly dressed, and his utterly, unfathomably hot Chinese girlfriend.
I grabbed the car, drove back to pick up the girls, and headed home. We're all exhausted, a little sunburned, a lot burned out.
Today is Omaha and my 16th anniversary, official, since we were married in 1989. Both of us were oddly crabby this morning, and seemed somewhat forgetful, although, we've booked a weekend two weeks from now where we'll have time to ourselves, so we didn't make a big deal about it today. Instead, we did routine things, like make oatmeal for the girls, and clean up our digital lives, and stuff like that. And then we headed off to the Seattle Pride Parade.
I have mixed feelings about the parade, but I'll just give the rundown. We got there shortly before noon, but I had to park so far away from my family that it wasn't until about 1:00pm that I caught up with them. They were sitting by Roy street, while yet another gay & lesbian martial arts group ("Quantum Martial Arts", oh my gods, how trite can it get?) went by. Square dancers, librarians, gay & lesbian pet owners, a socialist running for city council ("Rent control! Minority quotas! Disarm the police!"), gay & lesbian Latinos (and will someone please explain to me why a lesbian would get breast implants?), anti-war groups, anti-Bush groups, Democrats (but wait, I repeat myself), and groups so poorly labeled I wasn't sure what they represented. Finally the BiNet group walked by with Yamaarashi's mother, mother's girlfriend, and sister wandered by. Omaha, Kouryou-chan, and Yamaarashi-chan all joined them, leaving me to play the traditional role as pack-Elf, picking up all the supplies (two fold-up chairs, two picnic blankets, water supply) and carrying them up to the park for the Festival.
The Festival was lively, despite the cool, grey clouds overhead. There were a lot of pretty people there, some wearing almost nothing, a few down to sheer underwear. And I've become convinced of one thing: there are just too damn many people wearing Utilikilts. It's a privelege, not a right, people. I'm not buying one. If I'm going to wear a kilt, it's going to be wool, it's going to be honest. I'll probably buy from North Channel if I can afford it.
I'm tempted to go to the "Screw Abstinence!" party later this month.
We stopped to have lunch. The girls ate corndogs, and I had a mad cow taco. We ran into
tygereclipse , Nurse Ratchet, and eventually even 
fallenpegasus. While I was waiting in line for my taco, I heard the couple behind me discussing "that new Johnny Depp movie," as the shorter one put it. "Oh, you mean Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?" said the other. "Yeah. Isn't that a remake of something?" said the first. Oy.Afterward, we wandered down to the families area and let the kids watch the big "Bubbleguy" show, where this guy who obviously does the Santa routine showed how to use just about any household item as a bubble wand, making huge swath of bubbles that looked vaguely Lovecraftian but the girls loved every second of it. Eventually, it became time to go home.
I was fortunate; I caught a bus going by the park that went right back up along the parade route and dropped me off about eight blocks from the car. On the bus, I saw one of those classic "WTF?" couples: big guy, very heavyset, poorly dressed, and his utterly, unfathomably hot Chinese girlfriend.
I grabbed the car, drove back to pick up the girls, and headed home. We're all exhausted, a little sunburned, a lot burned out.
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Date: 2005-06-27 05:41 am (UTC)The new levis
Date: 2005-06-27 10:59 am (UTC)Tell me about it. I recall when I first got mine. They were still quite rare.
Now...
I guess I need to find something else shocking to wear to church.
Re: The new levis
Date: 2005-06-27 03:20 pm (UTC)Re: The new levis
Date: 2005-06-27 03:58 pm (UTC)I got lots of stand-out-of-the-norm reactions from my UK when I wore it to Utah. But it's not worth moving back to Utah for...
Re: The new levis
Date: 2005-06-27 04:06 pm (UTC)No comment about you. You look fetching in it.
Re: The new levis
Date: 2005-06-28 06:51 am (UTC):)
But thank you for the complement.
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Date: 2005-06-27 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-27 06:39 pm (UTC)Lesbians like big breasts as well. Granted breast implants aren't as common in the lesbian community as they are in the heterosexual community.
And they may have had it done before getting into a lesbian relationship.
Quantum Martial Arts
Date: 2007-04-13 10:07 pm (UTC)