Helen dragged me up at the ass-crack of dawn/10:30am. We had been at Grand Central this night before until the lights turned on, and I was having trouble looking at myself in the mirror.
Anyway, I managed to rally, and here are the highlights:
Best Poster: “I want to marry. All I need is a law and a man.”
Overheard Conversation:
“What did you do last night?”
“I went to the strip club.”
“Did you strip?”
“No, I didn’t feel like it.”
Most Ridiculously Dressed: Not the drag queens, not the fairies, not the leather-clad Bears - but Helen in her 4 inch-heeled boots and two giants bags. We did not get far.
Awkward Moment: when Erin asked a blind man to take a picture of us.
Holy-Shit-There-Is-A-God Moment: When a fucking rainbow appeared in the sky over us as we were waiting for the march to begin. It hadn’t rained. I need to go to church.
I Cried When: we walked past a soldier in uniform standing with his partner beside him. I bet if I asked, he could tell me something about having balls.
Runner-Up Posters:
“Jesus hung out with 12 guys and a prostitute. He is more like me than you.”
“I paid cash for your clunker, I refinanced your home, I bailed out your bank. I want equal rights!”
“Needed: Woman to marry gay foreign husband so he can stay.”
“Love is love, stupid!”
“Jesus hung out with 12 guys and a prostitute. He is more like me than you.”
“I paid cash for your clunker, I refinanced your home, I bailed out your bank. I want equal rights!”
“Needed: Woman to marry gay foreign husband so he can stay.”
“Love is love, stupid!”
WTF Moment: walking past the pro-life people. I wasn’t aware that gay people were having a lot of unwanted pregnancies.
Okay, he was only mostly blind.
ReplyDeleteAlso, they were crazy anti-abortion people, not pro-choice people.
Love, Erin