I was in the Chicago Pride parade on Sunday.
I didn’t even plan on going, I was just going to sit on the balcony and watch it go by since it started right outside my apartment. But as I was walking back from a friends brunch I ran into an old roommate who was on the float for the school we went to and he invited me to join. Since I had nothing else to do with life that day, I joined it.
It was pretty awesome. And incredibly overwhelming. We were handing out shirts that said “Start A _____ Riot” (The whole idea behind it being “The First Gay Pride Was a Riot”.I filled my blank in with “kick ass”). The gays went ape shit over the prospect of getting a shirt. One guy threw something at me to get my attention and then begged to get a shirt. I didnt though. You can’t hit me in the head and expect me to give you something. I’ve learned my lesson before.
There were a few other friends of mine walking with me.
We pretty much just hung around the back of the float drinking vodka lemonades and doing shots of whiskey.
As you can see though, those on the float had buckets of paint and splattered the float as it went along the route.
Fun times. Fun times.