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"When I
was in my 20s, I wasn't out at work. So I'm walking home from
the parade in Lincoln Park, decked out in Pride buttons, and
I run into my boss and his wife. I was absolutely mortified
but my boss just smiled, said "Happy Pride" to me and
kept going. My boss was totally cool. And I immediately stopped
talking about this make believe girlfriend I had created. I
was such an idiot when I was younger."
"Most memorable?
That would be the covert hand-job I got one year at the corner
of Roscoe & Halsted while standing in the huge crowd that
was there. I started to make out with this guy I had been flirting
with while watching the parade and he shoved his hand down the
front of my shorts. There were so many folks smashed against
each other and everyone was focused on the parade, so no one
noticed what was going on. It was hot!" - Ron S., Evanston
"It's a
toss-up between when I passed out at the Parade due to heat stroke
and the time I passed out at the Parade due to alcohol. Obviously
I've had some issues with the Parade." - Charles H., Downtown
"Back when
Bulldog Road was around my friends and I got drunk off of the
vodka lemonades they were selling during the Parade. We were
absolute messes. I then started to make out with my then best
friend's boyfriend. It started out innocently enough, but somehow
a Happy Pride kiss became tongue-wrestling. Well, once my best
friend saw this it sobered him up quickly. An argument ensued,
some pushing and shoving, kind of an ugly scene really. My best
friend ended our friendship and it was definitely over between
him and the boyfriend. I refer to it at as "The Incident
at Bulldog Road." - Marshall C., Wicker Park
"The year
I got barfed on not once, not twice, but three times at the Parade.
And by the same drunken idiot who thankfully is no longer my
girlfriend. That bitch ruined my shoes!" - Jeanne B., Andersonville
"I saw this
guy on a float one year and I thought he was the most gorgeous
guy ever and I could've sworn we made eye contact and had "a
moment." I was instantly in love and knew that he was "The
One!" So I left all of my friends and literally ran from
the corner of Broadway & Addison to the end of the Parade
route in Lincoln Park just so I could meet the guy when his float
arrived. After searching for about two hours I never did find
him. My friends ridiculed me for months after that. Now when
I see a cute guy in the Parade, I just wave and smile."
- Tom
T., Lincoln Park
"The year
I lost track of time while at Steamworks and left there as the
Parade was going on. And of course several of my friends were
watching the Parade from right there on Halsted and saw me exiting.
I wasn't embarrassed about being at a bathhouse, but I thought
it was bad form to be in there DURING the Pride Parade. But
hey, I wasn't the only one up in there at the time."
The year my friend
Ron got a hand-job in front of Roscoe's. He doesn't think anyone
saw, but we all did. It was hot! -Craig V., Evanston |
