Pride 2004

Here are the promised images from the weekend.

I have to say that there aren’t very many and they aren’t all that exciting because honestly, I didn’t leave the tent for any reason other than to use the bathroom (which I did a lot). So essentially you’ve got pictures of people in a tent.

We had a super time, despite the crappy weather. There was no sun, so there was no sunburn, but I did spend the day drunk in a tent, which was the whole plan.

Haircut

Tanya keeps telling me that I need a haircut, which is true. However, I can’t go get one because I have an injury. That’s right, a head injury. Friday morning while we were packing and painting I cracked my head open on the mantle. You know that thing that little kids do when they fall down and hit their head. There’s like this moment of stunned horror and then they start wailing hysterically? That was me. I mean seriously, I don’t think I’ve cried like that upon hurting myself in at least 20 years. The shit hurt. Also, my head bleeds yellow.

Picture that for a moment.

Bleh.

So yeah, I need a haircut. It hurts. Shutup.