After passing out early on Sunday, I woke up with lots of ambition on Monday (very 9 to 5), and I actually did get a lot done at work. It's funny that I have to start now to get work to a point that it can live without me for the Vegas trip in July, but that is just part of the work stress I have of being the only IT guy and always being on call.
Anyway, I high tailed it out of work just as I saw the clouds rolling in for another freakish storm. It sucked! While I missed most of the rain, I ran (literally) right into a straightline wind of, I shit you not, 60 miles an hour. It almost knocked me on my ass, but thankfully, I made it home before all hell broke loose. Since I exerted myself so much on Sunday, I really didn't feel the need to go to the gym. So, I messed around on the computer some more and took a nap before going to the next Pride event, The Wizard of Oz Sing-A-Long.
I had decided earlier in the day that A) I was indeed going to this and, B) I would volunteer to help out if they needed it. This is mainly due to the fact that one of the Bag Ladies who helped us out at the Skate is also active in the LBGT Film Festival, and I wanted to show my support for them as much as they showed for us. Of course, this didn't mean that I got into drag and strapped on roller skates and sang, "Ding Dong The Witch is Dead," but hey, carrying the giant popcorn machine from the parking garage and running the consessions booth seems like a good trade.
There were maybe only a 25 people at the film, which limited the actual amount of singing that was going on, but I think it was a good start to what could be something they could do a couple of times a year. Of course, the room got a jolt of energy when The Mayor of Gaytown (and devoted Wizard Head) showed up. We may need to rename him the Wonderful Wizard of Gaytown, because he actually was able to conjure up alcohol at the event ("Mama, always has someone who will bring her alcohol"). The most bizarre moment had to be when the man came in wrapped in tin foil. I'm assuming it was a low budget attempt to be the Tin Man, but he really looked more like those wingnuts trying to get a radio signal from outer space. It didn't help that he was wearing shiny boxer shorts, which, I'm afraid to say, looked like he wasn't wearing anything else underneath and was, ahem, happy to be here.
After cleaning up the concession area, I pointed the car home, and since I was driving past it anyway, I decided to make a stop into Olly's for a cocktail. There were some Pride folks in there who had attended the final meeting before Pride, and we chit-chatted for a while before they decided to move on to another bar. Since I wasn't exactly prepared to make a night out of it, I decided to head home, but before that, I opted to stick my head into the Pride Headquarters to see if Maestro had started killing people, because he was still there working on the parade lineup for Saturday morning. Everyone seemed to be in reasonably good spirits, if not a little punchy, but that made it all the more entertaining. It should be a great parade!
Tonight's Pride Event: Pride of Indy Band and Color Guard and Jazz Band Concert (always lovingly referred to as the Big Gay Band). We're also tailgating!
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