Mardi Gras Fair Day
Feb. 23rd, 2004 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcYesterday morning I woke up so tired--maudit Krist j’étais fatigué-là, ma poche était à terre! Even though I did nothing but loaf on Saturday.
Today I’m completely worn out, after a very long--but excellent--day. Yesterday was Fair Day, the big run-up event for Mardi Gras. Last year’s event was confounded by the anti-war demonstrations and the financial fiasco the Sydney Gay Games had been (over $1million Aussie lost). Twas a time of tensions and rancour and the event was fun last year, but decidely low-key.
This year it was pumping! Estimates are that around 50k people showed up over the course of 10 hours. For the most party, the crowd was great--fun, friendly and often quite sexy. In particular I experience a lot of lesbian envy--whomever keeps perpetuating the notion that dykes are no fun needs to get out more. The Bear area had a lovely big tree for shade, a view of the festivities, and all da furr an’ fun you could ask for. Methinks Bear Essentials this year is gonna be a good’n.
I volunteered as a floate from 10h00 to 20h00, edging closer to my free Party ticket (saves $100). My duties included:
+ stacking chairs
+ telling pushy, manipulative type-A arsewipes to fook awf and find street parking (with love, of course)
+ whoring myself with a Cash Bucket for donations from attendees
+ moving leftovers from one (close) bar to another (still open) bar
+ trying to convinced folks very drunk and quite tipped on E to move out of the way of the van about to drive over them
+ Waiting for the next gig
When I committed to volunteering, the 2 things I said I wouldn’t do are fundraising/$$$ and moving/lifting. I spent 4 hours on Cash Bucket and about 2 moving things. By the end of the day my legs were throbbing and my back was like a board--not out, but not happy either. I finished my shift, then headed over to The Shift for oldies/bear night. It was going off as well--so many woofy guys, shirts coming off (everywhere not just the dance floor, it is Sydney after all), some great videos. But eventually at 22h30 my legs went numb.
As I walked out the door I discovered it was pissing rain. I gamely got on my rain gear, mounted the scooter and drove home to Drummoyne like the sissy I am.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querrelle was out cold (he did 8 hours for the bears, and headed home thereafter). Much snuggling was to be had.
Am finding my place here, slowly but surely.
Today I’m completely worn out, after a very long--but excellent--day. Yesterday was Fair Day, the big run-up event for Mardi Gras. Last year’s event was confounded by the anti-war demonstrations and the financial fiasco the Sydney Gay Games had been (over $1million Aussie lost). Twas a time of tensions and rancour and the event was fun last year, but decidely low-key.
This year it was pumping! Estimates are that around 50k people showed up over the course of 10 hours. For the most party, the crowd was great--fun, friendly and often quite sexy. In particular I experience a lot of lesbian envy--whomever keeps perpetuating the notion that dykes are no fun needs to get out more. The Bear area had a lovely big tree for shade, a view of the festivities, and all da furr an’ fun you could ask for. Methinks Bear Essentials this year is gonna be a good’n.
I volunteered as a floate from 10h00 to 20h00, edging closer to my free Party ticket (saves $100). My duties included:
+ stacking chairs
+ telling pushy, manipulative type-A arsewipes to fook awf and find street parking (with love, of course)
+ whoring myself with a Cash Bucket for donations from attendees
+ moving leftovers from one (close) bar to another (still open) bar
+ trying to convinced folks very drunk and quite tipped on E to move out of the way of the van about to drive over them
+ Waiting for the next gig
When I committed to volunteering, the 2 things I said I wouldn’t do are fundraising/$$$ and moving/lifting. I spent 4 hours on Cash Bucket and about 2 moving things. By the end of the day my legs were throbbing and my back was like a board--not out, but not happy either. I finished my shift, then headed over to The Shift for oldies/bear night. It was going off as well--so many woofy guys, shirts coming off (everywhere not just the dance floor, it is Sydney after all), some great videos. But eventually at 22h30 my legs went numb.
As I walked out the door I discovered it was pissing rain. I gamely got on my rain gear, mounted the scooter and drove home to Drummoyne like the sissy I am.
querrelle was out cold (he did 8 hours for the bears, and headed home thereafter). Much snuggling was to be had.Am finding my place here, slowly but surely.
