Or, at least whoever's reading. How are you? Hahaha, rhetorical question...because you can't answer, because you're reading, because you're probably bombastically bored.
Well, this is the second blog I'm making alongside my movie blog, and it'll be just me ranting and raving about shwatever goes on in life. To be honest, idk why anyone would read my blog, but apparently people read blogs all the time...soo, here we are.
What to do, what to do...
Okay, let's start with what I did over the weekend. WAIT...before you navigate away thinking I'm just going to say "I saw a movie, it was good, i cleaned, i got a tan," fear not! I went to GAY DAYS at Disney in Orlando, Florida. Ahh yes, what better way to put the gays in a beautiful light than cramming them all into a children's wonderland without publicizing it to unwitting families.
Perfection.Well, as you might expect, I have a couple interesting stories to tell. So which one do you want to hear first, the one about the self-righteous black woman watching over mentally handicapped people fighting with a bitchy gay man and his gay entourage ORRR how I got creeped on by a 40-something year old man from Colombia who didn't speak English?
You don't have a choice, I'll start with the catfight. (Ha, get it? A woman and a gay guy...catfight...)
So two of my friends, Abdul and Stephen (who are coincidentally dating) and I are sitting on a bench, relaxing for a few after walking around relentless. Woe and behold we see a black woman and three other people sitting with her who certainly seem to have some sort of mental disability. Well, we didn't pay enough attention to figure out what started this, BUT, all of a sudden we see this woman and some (ugly) old, incredibly bitchy gay man with a midriff just start to viciously verbalize some vehement violence (like that?) against eachother. Naturally, this caught our attention...as we tried to deduce the source of the predicament, we came down to two possible conclusions: either she was upset because the men were cursing or because they were flicking their cigarette ash in her direction. Either is a plausibly understandable situation to get angry about, so we were on her side almost the entire time. Not to mention, who likes bitchy gay guys anyway, right?
Alas! Here comes the twist! After a while of mouthy jabbing, the men start walking away. Here we are, sitting, cheering on (quietly) for the courageous black woman. THEN, she said something along the lines of: "Your lifestyle is going to lead you to hell."
Yeah, she said that at Gay Days.
Now, that's not verbatim, but you get the gist. This is where Abdul, Stephen, and I took back our cheering and turned into "...yay?" Honestly, what do you say to that? Whose side would YOU be on?
Well anyway, onto story #2...that is, if you're still reading this. Kudos to you if you're keeping up with my ridiculous ranting.
Straight or gay, man or woman, imagine if this man came up to you and asked you out:
Lol. Okay, that's a little exaggerated...that looks like a composite sketch of a serial rapist.But! A 40 year old(ish) man from Colombia tried to hook up with me on Thunder Mountain.
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Well, for those of you who haven't been or don't remember Thunder Mountain, it's only two people per cart. Well, there was three of us, and I was left to a cart by myself. That'd be fine, if they didn't allow single riders to awkwardly sit with you. Score for me, as some man sat next to me and immediately started speaking to me in Spanish, asking me where I'm from, who I'm here with, etc. That's all fine and dandy, a little awkward considering I was trying to be thrilled by the roller coaster, but whatever.
It's our second encounter that was a little more irritating.
After Thunder Mountain, he went his own way, naturally, and my group went our way. A couple hours later, we were taking a rest at a little smoking area with benches when the same guy starts walking my way. Naturally, I'm thinking "F. M. L." (all caps and with punctuation for emphasis), and he decides his pickup line consists of asking me what a certain symbol meant on the map. Mind you, the map has a key legend on the right side, but apparently I'm a Disney theme park expert. So I'm helping out and whatnot, then he just drops it:
"Tienes novio?"
Which, for the Hispanically (made up word) disinclined, means "Do you have a boyfriend?" I reply with a no, not right now, and then he called me cute.
I failed to mention that at this point, Stephen had met up with some friends, and Abdul left me to go talk to them. Purposefully ruining my life.
So I'm just like ohh, thanks. ha. ha. ha...
Luckily, the friends that Stephen met up with finally came over and saved the day! (Go you guys!) And the villainous Colombian, Molesto, was banished to the nether realms! AKA, he walked away.
So, there you go, two perfectly good stories from Gay Days. What did you expect, though, right?
Other recent news:
- I saw The Hangover, which I awarded a 7.5 for being hysterical and smart, but not as climactic or having much of a point to it.
- The review I wrote for it was featured on www.PalmBeaches.com. Hooray! Check out that site, and thanks to Chase Fitzgerald for the hookup :).
- I ate some steak.
- The trailer for "The Princess and The Frog" was revealed, and I got a little too excited. I'd rate my excitement level on about equal to a little kid getting ice cream, a new toy, and a puppy on the same day.
- I created a blog! WOW OMG CRAZY RIGHT?!
- I finally watched the movie "Trainspotting," directed by Slumdog Millionaire director Danny Boyle. 'Twas good, but really not his best work. I didn't write an in-depth review, but I'd recommend it to people who love movies about druggies for sure. It's compared to "Requiem for a Dream" a lot, but to be blunt (haha blunt...used for drugs...), I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed and recommend Requiem much more highly. But hey, sera que sera, right? (Not sure if that fits here.)
That's a lie.
I made a Tumblr account but I don't think I'm gonna keep up with it. We shall see.
Enjoy!
-SAKACHAWAAAAAAAA
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