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well, so a rally protesting prop 8 whipped up real quick and even though i kind of just wanted to see a movie on saturday, i couldn’t NOT go and march along with all the other (distracted) gays and (angry) lesbians and college kids.  so mikey and brett and ryan and evan and kai and irwin and about 5000 other gays and lesbos met down at the reflecting pool in front of the capital building to chant and look at each other’s signs.  seriously, this was pretty disorganized and i’m not a very vocal person.  i was thinking about other things really.  although i must say that gays can get real witty with their protest signs.

there was no clear leadership, i don’t think anyone really knew what the hell was going on, there were too many of those georgetown students who look and dress poor but really they all come from money and they’ll go protest anything just to piss off their parents who will still give them money anyway, so they were there, and i’m pretty sure that there’s a protest website where these kids get all their chants from.  “WHAT DO WE WANT?”  EQUAL RIGHTS!  “WHEN DO WE WANT ‘EM?”  NOW! just fill in the blanks.

the best part of the day was listening to the jaded and cranky and hungover gays adding their own twist:  WHAT DO WE WANT?  a martini.  WHEN DO WE WANT IT?  now.   some high pitch voiced pseudo hippie girl got all kinds of down with the megaphone at one point and i’m not sure what in the sam hell she was saying but i could have sworn she was just singing something by Rhianna.

we’re all standing around, and i don’t like crowds, waiting for something to happen.  are we marching somewhere?  how long?  is it going to go near somewhere i can run and get food?  is this an all day thing?  can we get going since it looks like it’s going to rain?   and did it.  it was like a hurricane.  once we’d marched, oh, about a quarter mile, the sky opened up and the wind blew and it was awful.  but water never hurt anyone.  what was awful about it was that half the crowd ran for the metro.  never to be seen again.  mikey even tried to pull me towards the metro station even though we had an umbrella, but i said NO!   MLK wouldn’t let a little rain ruin his parade, would he?  NO.  besides, i don’t often commit to any political causes NOR do i enjoy walking, so let’s just continue on our way so i don’t have to do this again anytime soon.

dry clothes, two bottles of wine and a setting sun later, we arrive at the marriot for bernie’s 30th birthday party which can be summed up in this disturbing image:  bernie’s dad flat on the floor with brett pussy dropping on him like a Pussy Cat Doll.  and that’s all i have to say about that.

i got to go see my movie on  sunday after running a few errands.  Role Models.  it was cute and funny and seann william scott has no ass.  you’d think he would since he works out and stuff, but he really doesn’t.

this week is going to be really fun as on thursday i’m going up to philly to catch the madonna show and then on saturday, going down to richmond for a college girlfriends reunion dinner thing.

so my favorite childrens’ books Toot and Puddle have been turned into a tv show on The Noggin channel and i’m disappointed because i’ve always imagined them to be two british gay pigs who live in the woods, and yet in the cartoon, they are voiced by american child actors and the magic is gone.  they are just two boy pigs who are roommates.  BORING.