Side A: Blue-Haired Bureaucrat
Side B: I do like labels (on file folders)
and was decorated with post-it notes and Rush stickers and diskette labels and those little number-stickers they use on your doctor's office file. Some with barcodes even. I dyed my bangs blue and wore my blue floral jacket-and-skirt outfit as if I were dressing for an office meeting on Records/Document Management. The whole thing made sense only within the Gay Geeks context. (My ex J marched with the sign I had last year: "This Lezzie Loves Libraries" and "Books are Hot".
I came home and fell asleep at 8pm. Woke up at 1am to discover I'm a bit sunburnt on the back of my neck and on my cheeks; goody. I think tomorrow is laundry and grocery day; today was enough Pride for me. (The crowds weren't huge and the noise wasn't annoying, but I wasn't in the mood for so much attention & acquaintanceship. Didn't even say Hi to some people I knew.) Admittedly I was also out late last night at a party, so maybe I've just had enough socialization.
I did have lots of nice geeky conversation with the Gay Geeks women. There was not one, but two, cute curly blonds who live in my neighbourhood, both of whose phone numbers I got. H. had a lovely paisley top and was apprenticing (sp?) for an interesting profession, but she lost interest in talking to me after a while. G. was more interested in talking to me & my vocabulary so we (and R, a Jewish student who reminds me & everyone of someone they know) went to the Hairy Tarantula (where I chatted with the 19-year-old clerk who is trying to be bisexual in Scarborough) then to Amato Pizza (where I love the wooden benches, but wish the spinach pizza had more grease/cheese). G. sounded interested in checking out Vazaleen with me, but we both got more excited about eating Ethiopian food.