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Weekend: chaos rules
June is Pride, and oddly enough, Salt Lake City is no exception. The Latter-Day Transvestites entered a float in the parade, of course.
As people gathered, I watched the various groups around with some amount of awe. Especially around here, there's quite the call for them: Gay LDS. Queer parents, children of queer parents. Queer youth groups; camps for queer youth. Apparently I wasn't looking closely enough, though, because a misthrown flag from the Righteously Outrageous Twirling Corps hit Rock in the neck. Meanwhile, a wandering drunk (who was, in fact, frothing at the mouth) was trying to steal stuff, and very nearly started a fight. He wandered off, but we managed to get the cops over. Last I'd heard, he was arrested for assault.
We were almost the back of the parade, so had a while to wait even as stuff got started. Finally, eventually, we were ready to go, and got as far as backing the truck out before it decided the pavement needed antifreeze more than it did. A nice green puddle and cloud of steam later, we were reduced from floating to walking. We did, at least, use the opportunity to occasionally hold up the parade long enough for a refrain of the Time Warp. The Tribune today reported the crowd for the parade at 10,000, and I'll believe that much, and only four of them were protesters (of the "God Abhors You" / "AIDS is the Homosexual's contribution to the world" flavor). Unfortunately, when we got back to the stranded truck - the parade loop ended some three blocks from where it started - these same protesters had parked their bible-quote-festooned SUV right next to it. Needless to say, words were exchanged, but let's leave it at that.
In other news, I'm looking for a place to live in Sugarhouse. Though I'd prefer my own apartment, one of the cast is looking for people to fill in her house, and the offer is... enticing. I have two weeks to think about it. I need them, too, and something may still appear on Craigslist.
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As people gathered, I watched the various groups around with some amount of awe. Especially around here, there's quite the call for them: Gay LDS. Queer parents, children of queer parents. Queer youth groups; camps for queer youth. Apparently I wasn't looking closely enough, though, because a misthrown flag from the Righteously Outrageous Twirling Corps hit Rock in the neck. Meanwhile, a wandering drunk (who was, in fact, frothing at the mouth) was trying to steal stuff, and very nearly started a fight. He wandered off, but we managed to get the cops over. Last I'd heard, he was arrested for assault.
We were almost the back of the parade, so had a while to wait even as stuff got started. Finally, eventually, we were ready to go, and got as far as backing the truck out before it decided the pavement needed antifreeze more than it did. A nice green puddle and cloud of steam later, we were reduced from floating to walking. We did, at least, use the opportunity to occasionally hold up the parade long enough for a refrain of the Time Warp. The Tribune today reported the crowd for the parade at 10,000, and I'll believe that much, and only four of them were protesters (of the "God Abhors You" / "AIDS is the Homosexual's contribution to the world" flavor). Unfortunately, when we got back to the stranded truck - the parade loop ended some three blocks from where it started - these same protesters had parked their bible-quote-festooned SUV right next to it. Needless to say, words were exchanged, but let's leave it at that.
In other news, I'm looking for a place to live in Sugarhouse. Though I'd prefer my own apartment, one of the cast is looking for people to fill in her house, and the offer is... enticing. I have two weeks to think about it. I need them, too, and something may still appear on Craigslist.
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