Now I Know Why I Get Called Sir All the Time

I've been seeing everyone talk about this thing over at MyHeritage.com. It takes your picture and tells you what celebrity you resemble. It's nice to know my match is this guy...



He's the lead singer of Linkin Park. Is he really a celebrity? Also, he's a dude. Thanks.

Poplar Lounge

Friday afternoon I cut out of work at 3:45 and headed home. D (D's brother) was coming to scoop me up for a little fun. D was out of town. She went to Oklahoma to see some friends.

D picked me up around 4:30 and we headed to Celtic Crossing. It's an Irish Pub in the Cooper Young area. We got a table for six because more people were coming. Around 5:30, M and A showed up. They were going to pick up A's boyfriend at the airport at 7:30 so she planned to slam as many Crown and Diet Cokes as she could. M was drinking Stella. D and I were drinking the Bud Light as usual. I asked our waiter, Shaun O'Shaunessy (or whatever), to bring me a pink lemonade shooter. It was time to get the party started! I heard the door open and looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. B was here! I had written him on a whim and he actually showed up. He must've had a hard day!

Around 6:00, more folks started showing up. M & B were there and JR showed up as well. We had to add another table.

We were having predrinks before going to the Poplar Lounge to see our friend Special K. She was DJing again tonight. I had missed her debut the week before.

I think we left Celtic around 9:00. It's a little fuzzy. I think my tab was around $29. That means I must've had 8 or 9 beers. Wow!

D and I loaded up in the car and headed up to the Lounge. It was moderately crowded when we arrived. There was some stupid going away party or something. K and C (Shirley) were already there and had secured everyone a table. More people showed up and I guess there were around 10 of us. It got rowdier and rowdier. K was spinning 80's new wave and we were all singing. That's when the going away party arrived and made her switch it over to Nelly. Great. Thanks for the new wave we'd come to hear. A bought a giant pitcher of shooters. They actually sold pitchers of shooters. And they were blue. Blue!

I'm not sure how many of those I choked down. They tasted just like Hawaiian punch, but last time I checked, Hawaiian punch was red.

Here is a picture of Special K (left) and her g/f N.

At around midnight, we were done with the Lounge. I paid my $12 tab (what a joke - someone CANNOT add). D had left me. Something about being drunk? I was with Special K now.

I announced we were heading to the One More Bar & Grill (we call it Twelve More) and didn't wait for anyone's answer. We were the first ones to arrive and waited and waited for the others so show up. Slick and Sharpe finally showed but I guess everyone else flaked. We hung out on the patio for several more beers and then called it a night.

Atlanta Pride Day 3

We headed to the Piedmont Park area at 11:30. We needed to get there to get a parking space. 250,000 people were expected for the parade. We parked in a huge lot that we always park in. We then went to Jock& Jill's to eat and wait for the parade to start. We wanted to sit in the air conditioning as long as we could. We were all hungover.

B tried to order a beer but they didn't start serving alcohol until 12:30 in Atlanta. I was having no part of any alcohol.

We finished up eating and went outside to get a spot for the parade. It was 12:30.



The sky starting getting dark at 1:00 and the rain came at 1:30. And when I say rain, I mean it was a downpour. Luckily, D had gone to the car and gotten 2 umbrellas. My favorite part of the parade is the beginning when the Dykes on Bikes roar through. Unfortunately, it was still raining when they came through and I couldn't take any pictures.

At 2:30 it started raining again really hard so we retreated to the car. The parade was almost over anyway. Here are a few more pics of the parade.

We made it home around 6:00. It was a great trip!

Atlanta Pride Night 2

Saturday morning came too soon and with cobwebs in our heads, we headed down to the free breakfast buffet at the Holiday Inn. It was actually pretty good. We went back up and all showered and decided to go to Little Five Points to shop. They have an awesome shoe store called Abbadabba's. D & M bought shoes and then we went over to the gay bookstore called Charis. I bought Alison Bechdel's new book Fun Home.

We were hungry and since The Vortex has been voted #1 hamburger in Atlanta since 1992 we'd thought we'd try it out. I'd eaten there years ago and it wasn't that great. This time was no different. The burgers were very dry. Oh well, it was a good base for the afternoon and night of cocktails planned.

We left there and headed to Blake's. It's across from Piedmont Park where all the Pride activities were occurring. As we drove by Blake's, we noticed it was busting at the seams. No tables available and we hate to stand. We drove around to find a parking place and noticed another bar called Joe's on Juniper. It had a giant patio and we saw a few tables available.

We got a great table right at the front so we could see the street. It was pretty hot but in the shade, not too bad. Eventually, we scored a fan and that made everything tolerable. D and I had 2 shooters plus many, many Bud Lights. M & B declined shooters but had plenty of Bud Lights as well. Here is a picture of D & I at Joe's.

We arrived at 3:30 and left Joe's at 7:30. The bill was a mere $120. Drinking ain't cheap. We left there and headed back to My Sister's Room for the drag king show. The doors opened at 8:00 and we wanted to get there when they opened because the night before when we got there at 9:00, it was already too many people.

We walked up to the door and we were the first patrons to arrive. The night before there were chairs at the stage but tonight, it was bare. So, I guess we'd be standing all night. It never got real crowded so getting a beer was no problem. The problem was it came a torrential downpour and we had to huddle under the large tent by the stage. We were all smashed in there and the rain was pouring in. We were all wet from the rain and sweat. The kings finally took the stage at 10:30. It was our first drag king show for all of us. The show was okay. Hardly any performer knew the words. Only the Lenny Kravitz impersonator knew the words.

We'd had it with the sucky shows and the rain so we headed back to the room again. Tomorrow was Pride!