Pride Night!!

It was the Gay Pride Parade last night, and oh my GOD did I have a fucking ball!  Dinner with Kim and friends (sorry we didn't get to talk much, Kim, and I'm sorry I remembered the time wrong - I swear you said 7.30 in the email, maybe I remembered wrong) at Utopia, and then the actual parade (which was awesome for such a tiny city) and then the walk down to the park square where the drums were beaten and fun and dancing was had, then after a bit of confusion, me and Meryki hit Connies (Connections) and stayed there till like, 2am.  We would have stayed later, but Perth is a fucking hick town that shuts everything down at 3am and it's Daylight fucking savings!  That and I was sore and my feet were becoming bloody stumps in the stupid shoes I was wearing.

I MET VANESSA WAGNER!  Oh my God, so nice!  Let me take a photo with her, which was AWESOME.  It's on Meryki's phone, and I shall treasure it always once I have the tiny grainy picture on my harddrive LOL!

Lots of hot girls, most of the ones I thought were cute were straight, and the one hottie that was like OH MY GOD looks like an athletic brown Catherine Zeta Jones, was taken.  Totally cute girlfriend, they were so sweet together.   Just a gorgeous couple. 

Lots of gorgeous drags out on the town last night, and bouncy gay boys, friendly chatty people and retro dance music that I knew the words to, which was AWESOME.  Gay gay gay night out, it was totally gay in every sense of the word and I loved it.  It's been too long since I've done that sort of thing!

I'm exhausted now, though, so after another huge piss (I have been drinking lots of water, but I haven't been drinking alcohol cause I don't drink alcohol anymore) I'm going to crash in bed and snooze.

My mood is WAY better than okay, but I'm using 'okay' because it has Vanessa in it.  EEEEH!

Hangovers happen without alcohol.

I'm absolutely rooted today.  After many hours sleep, my legs have begun to hurt.  My throat is complaining about all the yelling I did last night.  My stupid sensitive singer's throat.  It's mumbling, "You don't love me, you never use me for anything good anymore.  You're still getting over tonsilitis and then you go out and screech out disco songs at the top of your lungs for three hours?  What the fuck?!"

I have a headache, and my mood keeps dipping.  It happens after I have a fun night out - a crash after the high. 

It was really super cute this morning when Shig and Quinn came to pick Meryki up after she stayed the night.  Quinn's taken to me, apparently, and my family, and didn't want to leave our place at all.  She wanted to stay and play with my Doctor Who stuff and enjoy the general madness that is Chateau Lorenzen.  Meryki promised her a visit at another time, and I think my nieces would love to see her again too.   Plus all the women in this house like the baby/toddler fix we get with her around.  It's been too long between babies!

I watched a biopic about Edith Piaf.  What a life, huh?  Wow.   The actress playing her reminded Mum and me a little of Granny (Mum's Mum).  We both agreed that Granny was prettier, though.  Less awkward. 

I'm going to try to get some sleep after putting the dishes away.  :D