Houston PRIDE 2007 and still skinny

There you have it. I did it. My butt...in plain view at Houston's PRIDE parade 2007. Ha ha... the torturous workouts paid off. I was able to get my butt back up where it belongs. And the best compliment I received all evening goes to Eddy, "If that butt was on a man...I'd be all over that!"

Well it was a lot of fun to gear up for PRIDE and the attend the parade. Before the parade we stopped by our friends' house, Amy & Corky. I was sipping on my favorite cocktail the watermelon martini when I realized it was time to head out to meet two other friends of ours, Kim & Anita. I rushed to the kitchen, started to dump out the ice in my cup, when I realized my dairy-aire was a little bit wetter than it should be. At that moment, I realized I had a viszla's wet nose buried in my crack. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ha ha! I bolted out of the kitchen only to be thought of as a new cool toy. The viszla pursued and now it was a new game.

We headed down to Katz's to have dinner and then on to the parade. These folks came out to hang out and, in the words of my favorite straight PRIDE parade go-er, "Git us some f*n beads". Aww...I miss my straights. So the parade seemed to be in some really strange order: politicians (boring), [long pause] religions/churches (weird), [long pause] and by this time the parade was losing my interest. Thank goodness for the Gaysians. I love the Gaysians, and yes, I probably am making a totally politically incorrect statement, but I love 'em just the same. Hopefully this pic turns out okay. They are in take-out boxes. Seriously! Who comes up with this schtuff? I think it's great.

Well, I had a blast, loved hanging with the peeps and running in to peeps of the past. I'm planning on keeping up with the butt busting to stay in incredible shape. We'll see in a month if I'm still in shape :) I know I'll still be skinny, but being in shape is still different. But I think I can fake being in shape easier/quicker starting from skinny. Oh well, gotta love the skinny!

Being Skinny

Well, it's pride month and I'm on a mission to get in shape... ah ah ah, see being skinny and being in shape are two different things. Stop rolling your eyes at me! This year I want to wear the denim chaps I acquired at Republic of Texas Rally (R.O.T.), however, this requires my butt being located where it belongs. You know the movie Sweetest Thing when the girls are in the dressing room and they are comparing the boobs of a 20 year old versus those of a 30 year old...well, it happens to the butt too. Ugh! So, if I'm gonna bare all in 9 days, this chica needs to bust some butt, literally!

So I mentioned ROT. This is a pic of us girls at ROT. We had a blast. Slightly after this photo was taken we headed to dinner cause it was crazy hot and then the chick in red, the chick in orange, and I snuck in to the Austin Pride Parade. And I seriously mean snuck. There's proof of this illegal entry into the parade, however there is no proof that we were driving on sidewalks, making illegal u-turns, and driving the wrong way in traffic...or no proof that I've found so far. Ha ha!

So the chick in the above pic that was wearing the dark red shirt is now on the bike in the back left wearing a yellow shirt with yellow baseball cap (I know, shocking!!!) and her girlfriend that was wearing an orange shirt lost her shirt somewhere in the illegal turns...

Now you wish you too were there don't you. Ha ha! So I'm in the back middle of the photo. Thank goodness I'm blocked by my windscreen, otherwise I'd feel the need to scream at the top of my lungs, "Mom...dad...I'm gay, on a motorcycle, and in the Austin Pride Parade. Love ya!" ROTFLMAO. Oh, yeah, failed to mention, I did make it on a youTube video of the parade. If you look-up prideAustin on myspace, they have a link to the video. EEK! So anyway, back to the pic of the 3 of us on our bikes, I believe we were sitting there motionless because 2 girls ahead of us dropped their bikes...domino style. I had the audacity to yell in the mike meyers voice as his father in So I Married an Axe Murderer, "There's a biker down. We have a biker down." Fortunately, (for me) the crowd was too loud to hear me as I'm sure someone would have kicked my boney ass. It was funny, I swear and no bikers were injured in the making of the domino train. Well, maybe only their pride was injured. OMG...I'm killing myself with these. I gotta stop.

Well, the motorcycle folks didn't know we were joining them, and we snuck out before the parade ended. Hee hee...we were the phantom parade crashers.

So back to the denim chaps. Hopefully my butt will be lifted back up where it belongs and I'll have some fun at Houston's Pride parade. I'm not in it, but I'll be remembered :) Oh, did I mention they are ass-less.