Blind Prophecy

I hate that when my life is most interesting and I’d most like to be journalling my experiences, I have so little time/energy to devote to blogging… yet when I have the time to post a lot, I feel like I’m babbling about nothing important.

Tonight I went to a dinner party hosted by Jesse for his team of assistants at Pride (he’s our volunteer coordinator). I had a great time. Megan (our site manager) and Jesse’s brother *-*-*ranixthewise”> (doing volunter gate and check-in–who recognized me from my blog) were both there, too. Although the dinner party was partially intended to bring his core team up to speed about what to expect, we were also going to work at getting tickets counted. Then we discovered that the tickets were already counted in perfect amounts, so we just had lots of fun telling jokes and sharing stories for a while instead. One funny thing, Jesse managed to invite almost as many vegetarians to this dinner as meat eaters, but didn’t give it any thought until we all started walking in and suddenly there were dietary concerns. It was okay, though, because he was making spaghetti and just whipped up a batch of meat-free sauce.

We’re doing the family dinner party tonight (Sunday) in honor of my birthday. They pretty much insisted on it. In fact, I think they’re making a bigger deal about my birthday than usual because they really want me to slow down for a few hours and take at least one night to relax. Goddess knows I won’t be relaxing on Monday. Holiday/birthday/whatever, it’s still 4 days until Pride from where I stand.

It turns out that the apartment hunt is going better than the job hunt in San Francisco. I’ve got a couple really solid options in front of me now, so finding a place to live isn’t going to be hard. I know I’ll find a good job once I can put 3-4 hours a day into the job hunting. Savings plus freelance work should carry me through at least two months before it’s scary, though.

Oh, so it seems that my entire family (almost) is coming to Pride after all. Dad announced that he realized he hasn’t really seen anything I’ve done since high school (meaning, he never came to any of my theatre productions, any of the special events I’ve planned, etc.), so he wanted to come check it out. Since the family will be travelling as a pack on Sunday–first to Ogden for Kaitlyn’s blessing, then to Pride, then to Jordan’s high school seminary graduation–that means everyone is coming except Joanna and Brandon (who will have company to tend to in Ogden). Besides, when I politely invited Brandon (see how nice I’m being!), he suggested that the only way he’d feel comfortable is by packing an AK-47 in case anyone hit on him.

We interupt this blog for an uncharitable daydream
Oh, what if there was a win-win (for me, anyway) situation involving a shoot-out between my often-asshole-in-law and a certain thorn in my side from the community. I can see it now, guns drawn and people fleeing in panic. Oh, I wouldn’t want anyone to actually be shot, that would be an evil thought, but if both were to be arrested… or at least expelled from the event by police/security…

Anyway, it’s really cool that my family will be there, even if all I’ll get to do is wave at them in the midst of my duties. I really wish I could stop and show them around and explain the significance of different things. They so rarely show an interest in anything having to do with the “gay” aspects of my life…

Of course, Dad has to have his fun, too. He’s threatening to wear a custom t-shirt that reads: “(front) Jesus Loves Gays, Too” and “(back) Just Not That Way.”

Kelly, Mike, Chris and Earl from QVegas will be in town (Nick also talked about coming up, but I’m not holding my breath). Laura and possibly Robert from Outlands will be there. I ran into a lot of friends from Bob’s Event at the Living Traditions Festival last weekend who said they’d be there. Last time I talked to L, he hadn’t made up his mind about it but was thinking of coming back that weekend to visit. So many old and new friends and family will be there, it’s actually going to be the perfect “going away” party. I just wish I had time to enjoy it.

My one big goal this year… getting pictures of myself in action. Last year, I only came away with one photo of myself at Pride. This time, I want evidence that I was there, that I survived.

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