Sizzle Says

My Saturday ruled.

I went to the Fremont Fair & Solstice Parade with my best girl Hillz and her new beau, Thom. The parade, for those of you not in the know, is full of a bunch of wild & crazy ass people, many whom are naked, some of whom ride bikes (while naked) and other assorted people powered floats, dancers and people on stilts.

There was one particular gent who stood in front of us who was VERY intent on brushing his hair. Another girl in the crowd near me was trying to snap a picture of him brushing his hair but her batteries died. I took one with my camera and sent it to her. I can make friends anywhere! Especially when bonding over weirdos. Mr. Hairbrush liked to turn to all of us behind him and announce the next group coming in the parade. We didn’t ask for this. No one was listening to him. Later he ran out to the “super huggers” contingent and grabbed some poor woman’s ass as he received a hug from her and then, as she leaned away from him breaking the hug, he planted a kiss on her lips.

Eww.

He is really gross.

Wherever we go with Roxie, we get talked to. She slows us down as we try to hike up blocks upon blocks to our car but she’s cute and has little legs so we forgive her. She is going to sleep for a week after all that walking we did.

Later that night it was Skee-ball and beers at King’s Hardware and then some food at the Hi-Life with the Nessens. Corey (aka Wookie) and Faith (aka Taco Feet) are two of my first friends in Seattle. We met because of Putzy who lived up to his name last night. Both Wookie and I invited Putzy to come out with us but he just ignores us. He’s a chump of high caliber. The funny thing is that we generally have more fun without him but since we’re nice people, we sometimes extend an invite. As the night wore on and Wookie and I got more and more intoxicated, I was somehow convinced to text Putzy about his “paddy cock.” It’s a long story and maybe someday I will tell you about it but needless to say, he didn’t text us back. Surprising, no? Heh.

Apparently I am a flirt when I am drunk. This is not a newsflash. I have to entertain myself somehow, especially since I seem to be perpetually the third wheel to my darling coupled friends. I gotta pass the time and get my kicks. It’s all harmless. . . until you bring a Wookie along with you. He claims he left my number for the server at the Hi-Life. I don’t believe him. He must have had at least 6 drinks. He was toasted. But I did have to leave the table to pee a couple times so I wouldn’t put it past the little bugger.

I needed a day like this though. I needed to be out and laughing and living my life. I needed to be with my pals. I needed a taste of summer.  I needed to remember that life is good.

“How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry/it needs a strength I haven’t found/But if it’s frightening, I’ll bear the cold/and on the telephone you offer warm asylum/. . . to crawl inside the wire and feel something near me/To feel this accepting/that it is lonely here but not alone/and on the telephone you offer visions dancing/. . .I will not take these things for granted…” -Toad the Wet Sprocket, I Will Not Take These Things For Granted