pride

It's true, I'm still around. I think this is the longest I've gone without posting for possibly ever. And considering the past week and the next couple of days ahead of me, I should probably be sleeping.

See, this year, Pride has coincided with the end of a funding contract at work. Which means I'm working long hours to bust out the deliverables, and hosting stuff and picking up PAs and working bars and drinking drinks and practising to take my clothes off in front of 200 people and actually taking my clothes off in front of 200 people. And going on dates, because I actually prefer to take my clothes off in front of one person.

So. Not much in the tank tonight. I'll take a bath, take a nap, drink some coffee, pick up a dj, set up a PA, have some fun, tear down the PA, get some sleep, maybe do an interview, march around a bit, listen to some music, and then type on the deliverables for the rest of the weekend.

The contract ends Monday, which is the same day that I'm getting a layoff notice. It's not hugely likely to go through, but it does give one pause.

Monday will be a sucky day on top of a moderately sucky weekend on top of a very fun but very tiring week. Luckily, there was already anyway a d.jack date in the plan for that night, so when I get stressed out about all this, I picture myself at the Imperial, eating green things and drinking beer and laughing.

What a great weekend. I didn't even end up participating in a lot of actual pride stuff, since Friday night pretty much took the stuffing out of me. In the best possible way.

Our party was a smashing success. There were 200, maybe 250 people there. The performances were great fun. The crowd was hot. I got to stuff the beaver full of presents. We raised a good amount of money for the bursary society.

I got really drunk.

Anyone who's read this blog for very long knows that I get tipsy on a reasonably regular basis. I like my beer pretty well, and am no stranger to just-another-half-glass of wine.

But this, this was the kind of drunk that was eminently noticeable. At least judging by the reaction of people at the Family Picnic the next day. More than one person asked "How are *you* feeling today?"

Thankfully, I seem to be past the age where I do regrettable things when I'm that drunk. I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything incredibly stupid, at least not to anyone not too drunk to remember. There was some crazy making out with a couple of people, but only people I'd ogled while sober.

I did fall flat on my back at one point, and certainly, I would have preferred not to do that in a well-lit and crowded section of the bar. I believe that's what left the huge deep bruise on my left iliac crest.

Good to know I got a little bit of youth left in me yet.