Dia de orgullo

Yesterday was FANfuckingTASTIC! A lion's portion of the credit goes to tbearpsy and builder, who really know how to throw a great party in their beautiful apartment. I only hope builder took enough of a break from working his ass off to make sure everyone had a good time to have a good time himself. I'd also like to thank (in no particular order):

• Itako, for coming along and enjoying herself, too. I was very amused to find, as we left the party, that at least some of those present had read us as a couple. Tee-hee!
• john3876, just for being large and hairy as all get-out
• welcomerain, who called me with an offer I didn't quite understand. No matter; had I checked my messages earlier, I would've made a serious effort to drag her along to the party as well. Then what would the boys have thought?
• This year's parade organisers, for pulling on their jackboots and making sure the lumbering beast moved. It helped that this wasn't an election year, so politicians only slightly outnumbered actual floats, but that alone doesn't explain why there weren't any annoying gaps or stalls. My original plan of watching only for a bit, then heading to the party, actually got scotched as I stayed for the whole thing.
• The big ol' bear standing near us for being so sweet about having his picture taken with me.
• ottr4bear, for taking that picture and many others.
• The two African-American dykes on the 151 bus who came up all the way from Memphis to celebrate our Pride.
• tbearpsy and his guests, for demonstrating a little ASL to our benefit and amusement.
• Monshu, freshly returned from the West Coast, for helping me release all that pent-up erotic energy.
• The party guests, for not murderising me when I went out on the back porch, talked about the recent tragedy, and then jumped up and down several times before hightailing it back inside.
• grande, for giving me one last chance before inflicting PAIN!

The discovery of the weekend was that orange is the new pink. I wore a new orange tee because it was the most colourful thing I had and found myself in the avant-garde of basse couture.

Monday Mini-Poll: Lopsided couples

Another heroic gesture in the struggle to pick up the mantle rollick has let fall...

Recently, a buddy of mine and I were discussing (or perhaps just dissing) the immature boyfriend of a mutual friend. He said he's "trying not to get too sour on him" because "I don't need more lop-sided couples for friends".

I knew just what he meant. I was in one of those relationships once. I once asked princeofcairo how he managed to still his lashlike tongue and put up with an s.o. of mine who conflicted with him in every way imaginable. He said, "I always learned that you don't mess up your friends' relationships."

So when there's this kind and funny friend of yours whose girlfriend is loud, overbearing, and kvetchy or this cute and fascinating guy you know married this moody little creep who can suck the life out of any gathering--what do you do? You can hardly say, "Oh, when you come over tomorrow, do everyone a favour and leave your other half at home, okay?" Do you grit your teeth and keep inviting them both? Do you let them slowly drift out of touch (perhaps in the unvoiced hope that he'll finally lose that dipshit bimbo of his)--and, if so, what do you say to that sweetheart friend of yours when she wants to know why "we never see each other anymore"?