Pride. A huge street party where it is perfectly acceptable to wear anything love anyone and accept everyone. Pride is divided into two days, Saturday being the kickoff, consisting partying, stages, alcohol and naked people. Sunday is basically the same day, accept with a parade and even more naked people, well more people in general. I’ve always loved the craziness and happiness of it. How can you not smile with rainbows and naked/half naked people everywhere?
The first day I went to San Francisco wearing a fun pink corset that I had gotten at Hot Topic for half price. The corset was accompanied with booty shorts and black tights with a rainbow string weaved through the back. I accompanied my roommate and her boyfriend to the Bart station. There we met up with our friend who was already prepared with plastic bottles of tequila. The party was on! We got off the train at the Civic Center stop and walked up the stairs where my friend/coworker was waiting with 6 bud light necklaces and dozens of rainbow stickers… clearly she had a head start.
It wasn’t hard to find the celebration, it was everywhere. People were gathered in what seemed like every street, dancing to the music that seemed to be pulsating from the core of the city. We walked the streets, checking out the booths and the stages, when we came upon a particular stage playing party nicki-manaj type music (of course =)) We squeezed our way through the crowd until we were at a reasonable distance from the stage. After dancing through a couple songs, the woman on the stage called for two volunteers to lip sync and dance onstage. People started raising their hands and jumping up and down trying to get noticed. After they picked an enthusiastic boy named AJ, they announced “OK GIRLS?” I started wooing and jumping and waving my inflatable microphone in the air (yes I had one of those). The woman smiled and pointed at me, “How about this girl in the pink corset come on up!” My friends cheered and clapped for me and I scurried onstage. I was pretty drunk at this point. So I danced, tried to lip sync, which is I found is not easy to do while drunk, but despite that, I just had fun, the crowd was screaming and shouting for me. It felt so cool, I danced out my fifteen seconds of fame. After I did so it was AJ’s turn. He had the crowd, and the crown, well not a crown, the prize was a cup. I wasn’t offended though, I was just happy for the experience and story to tell.
We walked around some more until the festival shut down at 6, and the party moved to the Castro. We took the train back to the east bay. Our friend who met us on the train wanted to go back to the city for the after party at the Castro. So we picked up 3 of his friends and made our way back to the city. The streets were filled with people even more than they were during the day. The streets looked like outdoor clubs, packed with people dancing and drinking. We all decided that we were in the mood for a club, so we headed back to the bay area to attend club 21 in Oakland. Latino music and Cowboys made for a very unique and fulfilling experience. By the time I got home it was 3:30 am. I opened the door to find my roommate who had to work that day sleeping in the living room. She woke up to tell me that her friend and his boyfriend were meeting us up in the morning. We awoke at 7:30, I still felt drunk from the night before.
On this day I wore a blue fishnet shirt with just a bra underneath, accompanied with booty shorts again and the same tights. After they picked us up the four of us went to eat breakfast at Dennys. Afterwords we were on our way to the city. The parade was wonderful, people in loud costumes, rainbow floats, even a bus full of gay and gay friendly senior citizens. Afterwords we made our way to the hip hop stage, where I was dancing with a rather muscular almost naked model who swore he was straight. But I’m sure I looked rather questionable as well. =) We danced, drank, and made fools of ourselves throughout the day. We went home, but I was still ready to party. I started hitting up some friends who may want to go party in the city again. Everyone seemed partied out. I ended up falling asleep on the couch and waking up an hour later. My head was fuzzy, the kind of fuzzy that happens with substantial amounts of alcohol and sun. I stood up, my whole muscles throbbing, and I suddenly realized what “partied out” felt like. It’s a strange form of accomplishment. But I was satisfied, I had just spent two days having a lot of fun and forgetting all of my problems. I think it’s safe to say that Pride was a success! If you haven’t been to Pride before, I strongly suggest looking up a Pride festival in the city nearest you. It’s an experience you will never forget.