Tired. And... Tired. And Random.

Please ignore my last post. I was retardedly tired, and because of this my writing was far from being anything but sub par. Seeing that I'm again retardedly tired, I can use this same excuse for this post.

Pride was a blast. The parade was pretty mediocre, though, but the event itself was enjoyable nonetheless. I think the greatest aspect of the entire weekend was the opportunity to hang out with people who I care deeply about, walking around in a loving and accepting environment. Meghan summed it up well with "you feel that you're not the minority anymore; you don't have to have any fear in you because you're somewhat 'different.'" Everyone attending pride was so open minded, and the fact that no one even gave, say, five+ naked men walking around the street a second glance just made it that much more enjoyable-- no one cared how you expressed yourself. Yeah, there was five+ naked men walking around, five+ naked men who should not have been naked.

Anyways, aside from Leah becoming moody in the beginning of the day, Duncan giving off some animosity vibes during the middle of the day, and Scott feeling ill towards the end, it was a great day.

And I've come to the multi-million dollar conclusion that I love wearing kilts. One could argue I was wearing a skirt, but fuck you! It was a kilt! So free and... breezy. Scott and I wanted to get it on while I was wearing the kilt after Pride, but due to his sudden illness that was postponed 'til the next day. And holy crap... getting it on while wearing a kilt is really, really, really hott.

Sadly Scott could only stay for two days, but we made the most of it. I even snuck into bed with him the night he stayed over (and left in the early morning so I wasn't caught). As soon as I was underneath the covers he put his arms around me. That has to be one of the greatest feelings ever.

Bah, there is so much more I want to write about (namely the events that happened this weekend), but I fear (read: know) that this will not follow any coherent pace, so bare with me. Hrm... I think I'll just give the rest of the details in point form in no chronological order. Yeah, that's a splendid idea!

-Katy gave me the "I <3 Scott" pin to put on my bag. 'Tis tres cool.
-Had the most expensive burger, ever. But it was all good due to the delicousness factor of the meal.
-Scott and I were interviewed by a crew doing a documentary on the penis.
-When I returned to my wonderful town, I was asked if I was wearing a skirt by some passer-by in a vehicle.
-Snuggled a lot with Scott as if it's going out of style.

I'm so frickin' exhausted now. This post has taken too long to do. It's two in the morning and I can't think.

I'm just going to stop now, and if something comes up that I want to post about with regards to Pride, I will. And if I forgot anything, just let me know.