Monday, June 20, 2011

Okay....Let's Be Gay Today!

If viewing photos of things like, drag queens, a porta-potty, or poodles who’s hair has been dyed the color of the rainbow flag is not your cup of tea, you may want to close your eyes while reading this post.

Two weekends ago, I was part of an outside work-event at the Annual Philadelphia Gay Pride.

One of the companies I occasionally work for had a booth set up, where we sold various products to those attending the festivities.

Let me start by saying, I was not looking forward to this event because it had been ruthlessly hot and humid that week. Therefore, the thought of standing outside in direct sunlight for six hours had me anticipating a complete emotional and physical meltdown.

For those of you who may be new to my blog and don‘t know….. I HATE BEING HOT. Summer is my least favorite season. Yeah, the whole world loves summer, I know. However, I would rather be stranded in Antarctica wearing only a THONG and BAREFOOT, than be subjected to any kind of heat. And heat to me is anything above 55 degrees.

Yet, mother nature took pity on me that day and gave us cooler temperatures and a beautiful breeze.

So, I was a happy camper!

Also, I haven’t attended anything ‘gay oriented’ in so many years, I thought I would suddenly go into GAY EUPHORIA, being surrounded by predominately other gay men and women all day.

I feared that I would spontaneously break into my Diana Ross lip-syncing routine of Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.

I also feared that my dramatic gay chromosome would go into overdrive and I’d become Abba’s Dancing Queen.

But alas, I didn’t. I was very reserved because after all, I was technically at WORK and didn’t want to embarrass myself.

Our event turned out to be a smashing success. And I have to say, the people who organized Gay Pride did an outstanding job. Everything was very well-orchestrated and executed. I had a wonderful time!

Oh, except for the drunk guy who walked up to me, asking my name and then obviously started flirting. But then informed me that he wasn’t gay because he didn’t want me to get WRONG idea.

He finally walked away, but made sure he came back before he left and said to me, “Your name is Ron, right?” I said, “Ron, that’s right.” And then he winked at me.

Yeah, right. Wasn’t gay.

*wink*

Anyway….here are some photos I took during that day.

A group shot of the gang at our booth.

About an hour after being there, one of my co-worker’s and I had to pee. So, we found this HUGE porta-potty that was about the size of my studio apartment. My co-worker used the potty first. And as soon as she got inside and closed the door, she yelled, “OMG Ron, you’re going to die because it’s hotter than HELL in here. It’s like an oven!” And she was right ….I DIED!