I guess it's too late to say that it's the end of summer since it's now the middle of October, but for me National Coming Out Day, which is celebrated by the Outfest Festival in Philadelphia, always signals the start of fall. The nights start earlier and earlier and there is a chill in the air after 6pm that makes you wonder why you didn't come out with a jacket like your mother used to tell you to when you were young.
This year I wasn't sure that I was going to go, but it was time for a post and I couldn't finish anything that I had started writing. Showing pictures seemed like it would be so much easier. No syntax or logic of argument, or lack of logic to think about. Did you read the one about McCain and Palin that I wrote about? What was I smoking?
Anyway, I showed up late as usual. I never want too eager or too early and the thing be a dud, that could ruin the whole day. Best to show up late for the last hour and let anyone who is left see you there and then head for the nearest bar, restaurant, club or in my case home. It's all about meeting people and hanging out with old friends anyway. A sort of "game show" for the streets. The one where you run into someone after such a long time, pretend that it's great fun to see them and then walk away thinking that you hope you won't see them again for at least another year.
So they had the ususal fare there. Drag queens on stage performing, dull women singing, other people selling unwanted chachke from their stalls and spectators reaching up to see what was real or not. 
I even saw a few people there that I knew. I ran into Curtis and a friend of his. I don't think that he's talking to me. I think I upset him when he insisted on my opinion on something and I answered him. A mistake he probably won't do again lightly. I'll figure out a way to make it up to him, later perhaps.
The rest were just people that I know slightly or seen before including my favorite criminal suspect. I suppose that if you can recognize who I am speaking about, you will probably assume that he must be the good twin because I belive the evil one still has not made bail yet and is still a guest of the state and I can't really tell them apart. Does jail mean that you are a guest of the city and not the state? I don't know.
Nice...I wish that my town had something like this.
ReplyDeletefirst that hat was fire
ReplyDeleteand me love the food more food pics jones
I want to own the rainbow dress! That's fantastic! Ok, maybe I don't need to own it, but I still think it's great!
ReplyDeleteDude with the jeans, white tee and brown studded belt...I can see why you were snapping his pic through the crowd ;)
Someone has waaay too much fun!
ReplyDeleteNite - All you have to do is get someone to sponsor it and before you can say "Bob's your uncle," you'll find other people who would be interested and everyone would get together and it would start from there. I'm sure it would be real easy. But then again, this is the City of Brotherly Love.
ReplyDeleteTorrence - You're right. I didn't take any pictures until he put that hat on.
Runningmom - I took that picture through a crowd because he's out on bail and I didn't want to get beat up by a pornstar in public. That would be too much.
Darius - Way too much fun? Who's having that?
lol! Ooooh he's pornstar - there's probably a back story that I haven't read... no wonder he's so cute ;) glad you avoided getting beat up - that's never a good look!
ReplyDeleteomg - what a fun post! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteRunningmom - Shame on you for not knowing about the Philly's own porn star twins by day and cat burgulars by night.
ReplyDeleteJack - No Thank You for dropping by.