I had big plans to take lots o’ pictures of all kinds of wacky characters at Portland’s Gay Pride this weekend, but instead I just took a bunch of grainy photos of my pals and I horsing around and getting progressively drunker. Which, let’s face it, is as it should be.
Here I am in my kooky makeup (finally got to wear my feather lashes!):
And here is Special Laaaadyfriend wearing festively smoldering eyeliner:
And here we have the pièce de résistance, the ultimate Pride Photo:
Of course, the night wouldn’t have been complete if we hadn’t witnessed the Portland Naked Bike Ride while waiting for the cab to pick us up. There were a lot more strap-on glitter unicorn horns than one would expect, unless one really thought about it, and then there were exactly as many strap-on glitter unicorn horns as one would expect.
See, this, this is why I like Portland. Even though summer is but a distant, pleasant memory now, we have naked bike rides, pop-up lesbian bars and cab drivers that return your camera when you leave it behind in the back seat.