It’s Tuesday and already this week I feel like I’m in a slow paced Kobayashi Maru. At any point War Birds might swoop down and attack my cubical. Sorry, too nerdy of a reference? Yeah, I thought so.
So, let’s just say I’m looking forward to this weekend. It’s the big pride parade here in Denver. Not that I'm even that prideful. Cuz I'm not. I have worn the same T-shirt to pride for eight years in a row. Sad, but true. There’s nothing special about it. No clever slogan. It’s just a worn-out white threadbare shirt. It just happened to be they only one clean. For eight years. This year I made an effort to buy a new “pride shirt” and after losing eighteen pounds I’m kind of excited about walking around in the sun eating fried things. Deep fried stuff, Mmmmmmmmm.
The highlight on Sunday is a concert by En Vogue. Not to mention the cast from RuPaul’s drag race. If you need me I’ll be in the food line.