Monday, June 27, 2005

on pride, and lack thereof

sunday was the pride parade.
it ruled.

as someone who's gone through ups and downs on what the parade means to me, it was a reaffirming experience, for the most part. the parade here is the 2nd largest in the nation, second only to san fran. pretty awesome. i've already stated how grandiose and meaningful this parade can be, so that's taken care of. what i haven't talked about is me being a jackass in the back of a pickup truck for hours on end.

per usual, i was recruited by my pals at second city to promote gayco upcoming events in the parade. a., this is always a fun way to see the parade, and b., i'm learning i'm good at it because i have no pride. if you need someone to yell out stuff, it's probably me. if you need me to slap stickers for a show on someone's dong, call this guy. if you need me to teen-wolf truck-surf, fantastic. shame = out of the equation.

i've learned that teen-wolf truck-surfing (tm)* is the easiest way to be hit on ever. being in a truck in front of 40,000 people while passing out stickers gives you a huge, bizarre, skewed vision of your power. maybe because of that power, people find you unbearably attractive. also, booze makes you look unbearably attractive. and boozebags love parades.

so, after getting some scattered hang time with my pals from gayco between high-fiving and yelling, and seeing a million friends on the sidelines, the parade came to an end. after disassembly of the float-ish truck, i took another long walk home. on the way, i saw a man standing outside a starbucks on broadway. i was alone, so i had no distractions and could hear everything he said. he was drunk - maybe around 40 years old or so. he was crying, but one of those sadbox cries where there's no dignity: kind of a whiny cry with head-hanging and few actual tears involved. his friend was propping him up, placing both palms flat on his shoulders, pushing his limp body against the wall to stand. "no, you're okay, you're okay," the friend reaffirmed. the whiny guy, who i could not take my eyes from, muttered "but, do you like me?"

nothing about this guy, at this point, right now, was likable. i flashed back to every middle school dance and note-passing/text-receiving fiasco i've ever witnessed or been a part of, and i felt for this poor sap. seemingly, in the few seconds i shared with this man, the storyline seemed to be that he really wanted to be with consoling friend, and consoling friend was not havin' it, for whatever reason. the saddest part, though, is that it was so clear from the outside that the more this guy fumbled through it, or tried to understand it, the worse he looked. and on the day when he should've had the most pride, he ended up looking like he had the least.

i hope your next day is better, pal. at least you've taught me a valuable lesson - never continue to ask for someone to like you the right way - do the best you can to deserve it, and if you aren't getting it, don't stand outside a starbucks and beg for it.


*thank you, zach thompson, for making "tm" a part of my permanent vocab.

6 Comments:

Blogger Scotty 2 Hotty said...

Hey, at least he asked for it outright. Because the Achilles Heel of those "Do you like me check yes or no" notes was the ability of the recipient of said note to draw in "maybe". Even worse than just a "maybe" was that they were nice enough to draw it in a heart shape and put an unmistakeably large check mark in it.

So thanks alot Ashley Foreman. You really made my 6th grade year. Next time draw in "No, but I like the attention, so I'm going to string you along, sucka".

Wow, I make everything about me, sorry. Anyway, funny post. You actually got me to laugh out loud. If we were chatting online I could have typed 'lol' and it would have been true for the first and only time in the history of the internet. Good work.

- Scott

P.S. I got here from Timmy's blog.

9:44 AM  
Anonymous Zach said...

We Swap vocab. Your're a huge part of mine.

11:51 AM  
Anonymous Jo said...

Like you need to resort to teen-wolf truck-surfing (tm) to get hit on. Please!

3:10 PM  
Blogger tara d. said...

aw yeah - scotty, i've seen you on that site. tim's great.

you know, i should clarify: it's not that he was demanding an answer - i think that's more than fair. it was that this certainly seemed to be NOT the first time he had asked for it, in a pathetic way. no one deserves to be strung along.

what does that phrase mean, anyway? i'm sure SOMEONE does. but, you get what i mean.

thanks for reading!

9:59 AM  
Blogger tara d. said...

jo, you are too kind. and for your reading pleasure, look at this embarrassing link:

http://chicago.craigslist.org/mis/81117135.html

looks like being a jackass pays off.

10:00 AM  
Blogger tara d. said...

zach thompson, you are perfection.

10:00 AM  

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