Last weekend, The Jason Show packed up the trucks and crew (AKA the mini-van, AKA the Homobile, AKA the Grocery Getter) and headed up to San Francisco to bring Amelia some of her furniture and stuff, since she has forsaken dorm life got her own bad self out onto the city streets to find her first apartment. Here she is standing on her street.
She has two roommates that are as cute as pie, and they all seem to be a good match. They have a three bedroom apartment so they each have their own room. When I was 18 I would have sold my body on the street to have my own room instead of sharing with my annoying athlete's foot spray smelling roommates.
After unloading the van, we decided to take the train on over to the Castro district to check out the gigantic street party going on there. We basically wandered around in quiet amazement at the assortment of people beginning their pride celebration. The crowd was loud, joyous, crazy, and dancing up a storm. Some wore regular clothes, others wore elaborate and outlandish outfits, some wore hardly anything at all, and yes, a few wore nothing at all. Seriously! Apparently, San Francisco police looks the other when when it comes to public nudity. Ahem. In the photo above, Amelia and I are standing in front of a giant rainbow flag and a pink triangle up on the hill. Look closely. See?
The main thing that I felt during this evening street party was beige. I felt so beige. So boring. So schoolteacherish. But I'm okay with that!
The next morning we met our two new friends, Ayme and Mike, at the Pride Parade.
The parade consisted of the usual Dykes on Bikes,
various gay friendly and gay oriented organizations and businesses, as well as marching bands, cheer leading squads, and floats--all super gay! The grand marshalls of the parades were Olympia Dukakis
and Chaz Bono.
After the parade, we wandered over to the Civic Center, which was the center of the celebration. City Hall was surrounded by several different DJs playing a wide variety of dance music, as well as hundreds of street vendors and food stands and places to buy drinks, including beer and margaritas. It was packed.
We danced for a while on the Latin stage and then made our way to the DJ that was playing lots of Lady Gaga, among other dance grooves. This was where we had the most fun! This is where we experienced one of those moments when the music takes hold, the spirit of the crowd is contagious, and you just feel it.
I think I like this photograph of me more than any other I've ever been in. Can't you just tell how much fun I was having?
Amelia even felt it. Of course, she was dancing with Rossana, and you'd have to be a zombie not to feel the gusto and love of life that Rossana eminates. (Rossana was my brother-in-law's girlfriend for a few years, at which point she became family. Even though the two of them parted ways, we still regard her as family. I distinctly remember telling her at one point after I'd known her for about a year that she was our new best friend and always would be even if she and Giampiero didn't work out. Shortly after she and Giampiero broke up, she moved back home to San Francisco. And since Amelia moved up there, Rossana has been a godsend. It was so much easier for me to let my 17 year old daughter live up there on her own knowing she would be watched over. She's helped her out on so many different occasions, including a couple of illnesses, moving, and even the great tsunami scare of 2011! Clearly I need to dedicate a whole other post to this amazing friend.)
Moving on...the eye candy was prevalent! I could have filled my entire memory card with eye candy photos. But I did exercise a certain degree of self-control.
The party continued on into Monday. Ayme (above, in green dress) invited us to have dinner on her yacht.
What fun! And what an unlikely combination of characters we were:
1-2nd grade teacher (me)
1-political science/prelaw major (Amelia)
1-beautiful transgendered yacht owner with the most generous heart you'll ever find (Ayme)
1-gay/straight/bi (?) mover, as in furniture mover, who rents space on the yacht from Ayme (Mike)
1-Rossana, as I've explained above
1-British character also named Jason who works in the music industry and managed to push all of Amelia's buttons to engage her in hot political debate, and loved to talk about tits
We also took the time to pose with duck lips. (This one is especially for you, Vinyl.)
And we took the time to just pose.
The next morning, I got to meet Amelia's boyfriend, Chris. Amelia has always had good taste in guys. Chris, of course, is the best so far.
They are both artistic and musical. They do collaborative art projects just for fun, and they make their own music, just for fun.
I had a fabulous time on this little trip of mine. Even so, I was so ready to get back to my L.A. summer!
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."
(Snopes.com declares that Mark Twain did not actually say this, but I would like to go on believing that he did.)