Pride weekend wasn't all i expected it to be. I thought it would be me running around dancing with all my friends getting phone numbers from hot guys. Wasn't that easy Saturday went nicely. I got up early to see my friend from santa rosa. We laid in the sun and then went walking around the castro. Later on that day i hung out with two of my very good friends from high school and a girl i knew in middle school. It was fun, catching up. Later on that day I met another friend and some of his friends for the pink saturday party. I got a lot of looks, as I expected I would. I suppose the main reason I went, was to meet someone. No such luck. All the guys who tried to flirt with me, were either older, slutty looking or seemed like self-indulging superficial divas.
Around midnight I was left on my own as my friend left. FOr the remaining time I walked around, watched two guys strip and prepair for sex in front of their apartment window in view of thousands...Then I ran into my friends friend who was drunk and had aching feet. I ended walking in her high heels for half a mile, (something I'm rather proud of) and bumping into another friend on the way.
Sunday was rough. I kept calling a couple of my friends who weren't picking up. I missed most of the parade. I asically wandered around for the rest of the day hoping to bump into people, which i did. Sunday night was confusion. I got inn a fight with my mom and was reduced to tears. Then I went out to go to a party. But upon deciding that it wasn't my cup o tea, I headed back into the castro to have tea with some friends from santa rosa
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