My weekend started with a double date; a seemingly normal thing to do. But with my friends, nothing is ever quite as it seems.

We began the night by going out for Mexican food. Our appetizer? A round of tequila. The restaurant was very authentic. The food was amazing and they even had a mariachi band wandering the isles who serenaded us to “Bésame Mucho.” We felt like we had escaped Utah and entered Mexico if only for a brief time.

Our next stop was to a gay bar to watch what we thought was a drag queen competition. It may have been, I’m not really sure. We stayed long enough to play a couple rounds of pool, watch a few scantily clad performance acts (which were very entertaining), and marvel at how great the Carol Channing impersonator was. After that my feet had had enough and we decided to go someplace that allowed for sitting – preferably with shoes off.

We ended up at another friend of ours house where we chatted with him and his partner about our night out at the drag queen show. The company and the wine was wonderful!

The next morning ED and I met up early in order to find a place to sit along the parade route. What parade you might ask? The Gay Pride Parade, of course. I go to the Utah Pride festival every year to show my support to the gay community as well as my gay friends. This year, however, was the first year I have made it to the parade.

My favorite part of the parade was an equal rights group who held sign that said things like, “I’m straight, but I support equal rights” and “I’m Mormon, but I support equal rights,” followed by another proud group with signs that said, “I love my gay sister” and “I support my gay son.” To see such bold statements in my VERY conservative (and often times close minded) state, made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, or maybe that was just the DC Cowboys dancing their way through the parade.

After grabbing a bite to eat with ED, I dropped him off in exchange for my non-lesbian date, Sarah. We headed down to the Pride Festival to peruse the booths while sipping on cocktails, sweating to death and running into countless people we knew. After a few hours we decided we could take the heat no more and left.

When I got home and looked in the mirror I noticed that my gay weekend had changed me. My chest, arms and face are now flaming red. I forgot to put on sunscreen and have my first sunburn of the year.

Clothes hurt right now.

Oh well, I suppose it’s a small price to pay to have a gay ‘ol time.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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