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Jun. 30th, 2008 12:30 amRe: Pridefest.
Was pretty cool. Rained, but it wasn't miserable, and that meant that it wasn't hot. And when people group together in shelters to wait out the rain, I got to ambush them to fill out the survey (as it was either the 4.5ish hours or 50 surveys and then I was done). It ended up taking me more than the 4+ hours that it was supposed to be (and I don't think even then did I actually get the 50), but I took my time and actually looked through the booths while I was gathering responses--my tactic was to sort of trade the people at the booths. I'd sign/read/learn about whatever they had if they'd take my survey. So it took longer, but I ended up getting a bunch of people that otherwise were being ignored, as well as had time to look at stuff.
Got a massage from one of the booth places, which was nice, as the backpack that the survey people had told us to bring (that I don’t know what we were supposed to use for, as I didn’t at all) was pretty soreness-inducing after the first two or two and a half hours. And had a chiropractic evaluation that basically told me the same thing that these things always tell me: “My god, you’re screwed up”. I’m all twisted around, evidently, and standing straight up for me is significantly tilted (like, 20 more pounds on my left leg than on my right).
And there was one booth where you spun this wheel and they gave you whatever you landed on. In a bag with a gay porn catalogue. And by “gay porn catalogue”, I mean with full color picture advertisements. Of the promotional/screenshot variety. With similar promo shots of the demonstration of sex toy usage on the back cover. Suprising to find when you’re home going through your swag, to say the least.
I spun hoping for the "novelty soap", which probably would have been lewd but at least somewhat useful, but ended up getting a copy of what's supposed to be a fairly funny (if you’re into that sort of thing—none of those types of movies ever interested me) remake of "American Pie" only with gay guys and being the unrated edition (slightly worrysome, that—mostly because I don’t think any of the guys on the cover are hot enough to enjoy the nakedness that’s undoubtedly the reason for the unrated label). Not at all interested, but I'm not pitching it until I find out if I can make a few bucks off of ebay or sommat.
Thing I would change? Moar beads, LOL. I was in the wrong place during the parade—there was a meridian thing with plants between the section of people I was in and the actual parade route, so we got pretty much nothing. I did get one of the cool rainbow strands, but that was about it—I don’t care so much about the regular ones, but I’d like to get my hands on more of those multicolored funness types. Plus, no rain. Naturally. But same coolness of weather. And more parking. I was a good 30 minute walk away from the festival grounds, easily—and that was on the return trip, when I knew where I was going. And I was there a good 45 minutes before even the parade was set to begin, so you’d think I’d be able to park closer than that, but no.
Was pretty cool. Rained, but it wasn't miserable, and that meant that it wasn't hot. And when people group together in shelters to wait out the rain, I got to ambush them to fill out the survey (as it was either the 4.5ish hours or 50 surveys and then I was done). It ended up taking me more than the 4+ hours that it was supposed to be (and I don't think even then did I actually get the 50), but I took my time and actually looked through the booths while I was gathering responses--my tactic was to sort of trade the people at the booths. I'd sign/read/learn about whatever they had if they'd take my survey. So it took longer, but I ended up getting a bunch of people that otherwise were being ignored, as well as had time to look at stuff.
Got a massage from one of the booth places, which was nice, as the backpack that the survey people had told us to bring (that I don’t know what we were supposed to use for, as I didn’t at all) was pretty soreness-inducing after the first two or two and a half hours. And had a chiropractic evaluation that basically told me the same thing that these things always tell me: “My god, you’re screwed up”. I’m all twisted around, evidently, and standing straight up for me is significantly tilted (like, 20 more pounds on my left leg than on my right).
And there was one booth where you spun this wheel and they gave you whatever you landed on. In a bag with a gay porn catalogue. And by “gay porn catalogue”, I mean with full color picture advertisements. Of the promotional/screenshot variety. With similar promo shots of the demonstration of sex toy usage on the back cover. Suprising to find when you’re home going through your swag, to say the least.
I spun hoping for the "novelty soap", which probably would have been lewd but at least somewhat useful, but ended up getting a copy of what's supposed to be a fairly funny (if you’re into that sort of thing—none of those types of movies ever interested me) remake of "American Pie" only with gay guys and being the unrated edition (slightly worrysome, that—mostly because I don’t think any of the guys on the cover are hot enough to enjoy the nakedness that’s undoubtedly the reason for the unrated label). Not at all interested, but I'm not pitching it until I find out if I can make a few bucks off of ebay or sommat.
Thing I would change? Moar beads, LOL. I was in the wrong place during the parade—there was a meridian thing with plants between the section of people I was in and the actual parade route, so we got pretty much nothing. I did get one of the cool rainbow strands, but that was about it—I don’t care so much about the regular ones, but I’d like to get my hands on more of those multicolored funness types. Plus, no rain. Naturally. But same coolness of weather. And more parking. I was a good 30 minute walk away from the festival grounds, easily—and that was on the return trip, when I knew where I was going. And I was there a good 45 minutes before even the parade was set to begin, so you’d think I’d be able to park closer than that, but no.
