Is where god’s wrath must be upon people.It starts out nice. stages all around, people in ridiculous costumes. that’s at 7 pm.by eight thirty I get to meet Mark. Mark’s asking if I‘m on my own. I tell him I‘m getting married in less than two months. ”So you‘re single for the next few months“. NO.It continues with a conversation with an israeli guy. Gil is living up the american dream. he’s a film producer. for gay porn films, being shot mostly in Brazil. He seems to know every guy or girl walking down the street. they talk business.Marshall, Hannah and Judd suddenly appear. I met Marshall and Hannah at Maddy’s birthday party last month. They invited me to join them already then, so I join them.
This is where hell breaks loose. Costumes are fine, having a night to walk freely is pretty nice, everyone happy and friendly. That’s when I notice the guy with the butt sticking out of the few ropes he’s wearing, trying to look like a Master or a Slave, probably hasn‘t put much thought to it, the important thing is to show the body.
Nice bodies. WeHo is a city established in 1984, populated with a large gay community (and a whole bunch of russians). Pretty young boys walking in couples, seems like they all bought their costumes at the nearest strippers‘ shop.
Stripper cops taking pictures with real cops. still smiles. but the place fills up.
Think about Rabin square in the first event in memory of Yizhak Rabin. packed so it’s impossible to walk around. surrounding streets are also filled with people. long lines to stores.
now multiply Rabin square at that event by 5 or six. a mile of Santa Monica blvd was blocked for the event. From the corner of La Cienega to the Corner of Doheny. PACKED. guys in nothing but thongs walking extremely close.
Hanson’s playing at the far end, and we try to make our way through. half an hour later (and a 10 minute break from the crowd) – and we‘re there. just on time for Mmmmbop. Marshall disappears to see a friend, Hanna and I dance ridiculously, Judd is looking at us shocked and a cloud of pot in the air around us.
Hanson’s girl (lead singer, I suppose) mistakenly thinks he’s a rockstar, as he walks up to sing some famous rock‘n‘roll song I can‘t remember due to the amazing moments of the guy shaking a girl’s hand. Hannah and I start screaming like two teenagers. Some childhood dreams, I guess, are best not fulfilled. Watching Hanson live was on of them.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharonchin/1814345699/
We hardly squeeze our way out. My back is aching bad. Half an hour later we get to La Cienega corner, to the liquor store, where Judd purchases a cheapass bottle of vodka. That’s my cue to go home. the walk home never seemed longer.
people are everywhere. making me slow down. I boost up Yishmael (my iPod), play some metal and starts cutting through the crowd. the mass of people freaks me out. Next Contestant by Nickleback playing. then some Beat69, a little more Nickleback gets me home safely.
Only now, as I wrap up this post, does the panic from the amount of people slowly wears off.
Tomorrow, hopefully, the internet will be filled with pictures from the event.
check out pictures here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/leadsalad/1812792191/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/13721423@N00/sets/72157602823444018/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/faekeeper/sets/72157602826455763/
(just browse around the albums)
Night y‘all.
work tomorrow
