Good and Grumpy

Even though I had a good weekend, I’m in a very foul mood today.  I don’t even really know why, but I am.  I sped to work this morning all agitated and angry- and traffic wasn’t even bad.

I find myself sitting at my desk all ‘pissed off’ about something- and I have absolutely NOTHING to be pissed off about.  Not even the weather-  its going to be in the 60’s today.

Humbug, I say.  But good things about this weekend include:

The Red Sox winning, a Marching Band Championship show, Hallowe’en at the Gay 90’s, Bondage, etc.

As luck would have it, there was a Regional Marching Band Championship at the Metrodome on Saturday.  I had no idea it was there until Jim told me.  He just happened to be at his nephew Matthew’s place on Saturday morning doing some computer work, and Matt mentioned it.  He lives over by the dome and noticed all the band busses.

Because I’m a HUGE marching band fag, I was incredibly excited by this opportunity.  Jim got tickets for all three of us for the evening championships.

Here are some pics:

Bellview East performing Fire-something or other.  They were good.

Some Minnesota band peforming their show “Pandemonium”.  It was quite good.

My favorite show (and Jims, and Matthews) got completely ROOKED!  Their show was all Chinese themed and they had dragon on field and they blew the roof off the dome and had some really close “Cavalier-esque” formations.  And they got 5th– we had them in 2nd place.

When their score was announced, I stated very loudly, “I disagree!”  The parents and band fags around us all laughed.  I think they disagreed too, as the Chinese show got the biggest standing “O” of the night.

Unfortunately I sort of forgot to take pics of the top groups.  The kids who won were from Rosemount, Minnesota.  They were a level above the others in overall performance– but their show was a big yawn until the end.  Speaking of “O’s”… their show was based on music from Cirque du Soleil’s show “O”.

Personally I would have called it “Eh.”  Except the end where they ripped a page out of the Cadets AND the Vanguard marching book, and did a soft ending that ended up with them in a triangle in the opposite corner from where they started.  That was nice.

My favorite thing of the night, however, was watching all the fat colorguard girls.  Every group had at least one and I completely delighted in watching them schlub around the field.  The dance “leaps” were my particular favorite!  One of the poor, plump ones kept dropping her equipment– we hypothesized that it was due to her chubby fingers not being able to grip properly.

Every time I saw one (especially during the dance portions) all I would have to do is look over at Jim and he’d start laughing.  He KNEW what I was looking at… and so did Jesus.  And we were all amused.

Anyway- after the band extravaganza, we all needed a drink.  So Matthew and Jim took me to “the Gay 90’s”.  This is a huge bar complex (eight bars in ONE building) type of thing.  I’d never been.  And considering it was Hallowe’en, it was probably not the best time to go.

The bar used to be “the place” to go– but no longer.  Now its actually sort of sad and trashy.  And caters mostly to ‘curious straights’ now… and bachelorette parties.  I don’t know if I’ll ever go there again– at least it wouldn’t be my first choice.  Or second.

We saw SO much drag that night- including a bunch of guys who all went as the Disney Princesses.  They were all very good- but Jasmine was the best one.  Actually LOOKED like Jasmine– but a 6 foot tall version.  But if Cinderella hit me with her fucking hoop skirt one more goddamn time, I was going to turn and ask her which of the ugly stepsisters she was- Anastasia or Drisella.

And of course there was ‘bad drag’ too– like the little asian boy with just a blonde wig on.  Tragic.

There were also bad costumes, like the guy dressed as a maxi pad with wings.  He had a bloody mouth– just to make the outfit complete.  Here’s a pic I snapped of him:

After the bar, we went to the Uptown Diner– which was chockers with costumed, drunk folk.  And a couple of hot cops.  I took a picture of the hottest of the cops– in the pic you can see a table full of asian Carebears off to the left.

Also joining us at the diner were Willy Wonka (johnny Depp version) and a thin Violet:

Oh, and the omnipresent drag was right next to us– big armed men dressed as a nun, cleopatra, Scarlett O’Hara, and someone else (Reba perhaps?)

Oh, and I may or may not have experimented with a little light bondage on Sunday.  But that’s a story for Thursday.  All in all, a good weekend.  Lord knows why I’m so crabby today.  Even my boss got on my nerves first thing.  Uggh.  More coffee, please.