San Francisco Gay Pride

Me and Eddie attended the San Francisco gay pride this weekend. We flew Friday night from San Diego airport to San Francisco airport where Eric picked us up five minutes late. We arrived at the Westin St. Francis, and checked in at 9pm. The hotel's location was very convenient since it is in the heart of Union Square, and the festival, and the subway was only couple blocks away.

On Friday night, me, Eddie, and Eric went to the crowded Castro, and ended up drinking and partying at Toad Hall. Abby and Louie met us there, and we all had fun drinking, laughing and being obnoxious the whole night.

On Saturday, me and Eddie woke up at 2pm. We had brunch at Sushi Boat just across the street from our hotel. We then headed to the "med store" where we spent about fifteen minutes enjoying mother earth. Ahhh....it was so wonderful walking in the street of San Francisco in a windy day under something.

The festival on Saturday was decent, me and Eddie did not plan on visiting all the booths or anything. We were just there to party and let loose. At night, at about 6, we headed to the streets of Castro where they held the Big Party. It was literally a "big" party. The streets were crowded with hundreds or even thousands of people, myriads of kind. We went to the Lookout to get drinks, and ended up getting drunk there. Eddie left us- me, Abby and Louie- for about an hour in search for euphoria, only to fail in his own mission. But while Eddie was away, me, Abby, and Louie took advantage of our freedom. We walked around drunk and with my head spinning. I was suppose to meet up with Eric but I ended up canceling dinner plans with him since I was too wasted. Instead, I just followed Abby and Louie's footsteps. They were drunk too, and were consistently grabbing all the boy's asses who wore skimpy outfits, and sexy underwear.

When Eddie got back, we were rather sad to find out he failed his quest to obtain euphoria. So we ended up looking for a spot where we could smoke and be lightheaded. I could not remember what happened the rest of the night for I was too wasted.

Sunday came, and Eddie and I woke up at 11:30. We went to Max's restaurant, just next to our hotel's to have breakfast. We went to see the parade after. I was surprised to find out the parade was still going even at 1:30pm. The parade was not much of a sight to see so we went to the festival again instead. It was slower for us this time since we were just here yesterday. Me and Eddie danced at the techno stage called Shadowplay. We met up with Abby and Louie again after, where we only hung out for a little bit before we separated our ways. Eddie and I spent the rest of the day lazily walking around, standing here and there, watched some portions of the events on the main stage for a little bit, then rested at the grass where a lot of festival-goers where already seated. This guy, supposedly straight, with his girlfriend, kept eyeing me. He was cute, and I could still discern his face in my mind.

We got done, and tired with the festival and decided to go back to the hotel and rest. It was about 7pm and we spent about an hour enjoying the comforts and elegance of our hotel room. We went out around 8pm and got to Castro at about 9pm. We were both very hungry then and the search for food turned out to be frustrating. Most of the restaurants in Castro was either overly crowded or already closing. Eddie was on the brink of being upset due to his hunger. We then decided to flee the crowded Castro and went back to Union Square to have dinner at the 24-hour diner close to our hotel. We picked up a chocalte cake desert and two milks at Lori's diner after.

We called it an early night. It was about midnight. Eric had been texting me all night long. I forgot to remind Eddie (perhaps I might have forgotten about Eric that night), that we were suppose to meet Eric at Badlands. Reyner was there as well, and I thought it was a good idea meeting them there. But I was side tracked and forgot about the meeting. I apologized for ditching Eric, who was adamant on seeing me one last time. Eric did not even think it was my fault me not seeing him. But whatever, it all comes down to one thing- he was bummed he did not get to spend more time with me the whole weekend I was there.

Monday morning, and there have been couple knocks on the door which disturbed Eddie- one at 8:30am and the other at 10am. We got to the airport early, 12:30, and our flight was 2:30. At the airport, we had breakfast at some sandwich shop. And while I was at the bookstore looking for some magazine, a rather so-so looking guy came up to me wanted to have a small talk. Instead, I gave him the cold shoulder replying "no" to his question, "Hey, where you at the Castro last night?" Anyways, I was but tired and exhausted on the flight home. And I'm here now, back home, still sick with strep throat infection (I got the news just as we got home hearing from the answering machine the doctor saying I tested positive of strep infection.)