Proud and Loud

I intended to post this two weeks ago, but am just getting around to it now.

Pride Portland (Pride/Bring It) was this weekend and after a week of slaving over tiny bags of Red Hots, we were ready to enter the parade Sunday morning. Unfortunately I was so busy being proud that I failed to take many pictures, most of which were out of focus.

Our entry was to promote a benefit, Fire on the Columbia, one of Dr Phil's (not THE Dr Phil, the good version) pet projects, hence my Jeep decked out in red, orange and yellow fire-like streamers and decor. That's why were were handing out small packets of Red Hots----fire, hot, get it?

This photo of Leigh, Jen and Katie was taken before the sangria really kicked in. Everyone was much more energetic after the first or seventh round. That is the extent of the "good" pictures that I took, since I was busy in the parade and all.

But luckily Heather got a photo of this since it isn't a festival until this happened:


I love the fact that afterwards the Roommate asked "Why didn't you all stop me?"; the answer, of course, is because "dropping trou" on Broadway is not only performance art, it's also funny as hell. I am going to get the Roommate a cute pair of "manties" that read "If you can read this I'm too drunk".

Evidently a lot of other things happened, we went to the waterfront festival and more drinking ensued. Fun was had by all. Can't wait till next year!

Many thanks to all who helped and marched!