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I've finally been to my first gay pride!
The weather was ok, with only a few drip drops of rain, and we started early watching the parade of buses with mostly ugly people dancing to mostly bad music. We counted 5 different DildoKing trucks passing by, and the early highlight was hearing (for the first time!) "Don't Want No Short d*** Man". I was left largely underwhelmed by the floats themself, though the Caipirinhas and the company helped with that. After watching the procession at Siegesäule, we headed down the long street to Brandenburger Tor. Stopping briefly along the way to dance to Satellite and Lady Gaga, and for a wee and a fumble (not really) in the bushes.
The night proceeded with many more drinks, though I switched to the vodka lemon myself, like the good gay my housemate has made me. Ultimately it was just me and Noel boogying away to some Polish band called "Dart" that looked like a sixth form grammar school band. Thankfully they were eventually replaced by some fabulous German band (they have 5 studio albums) who sang about "wanting the Queen", while wearing wings and royal capes etc. After this, we split up, and I went to the bar and Noel to the cash machine. We arranged to meet by the almost-naked leather man we'd been standing by, but when I returned he'd put on his clothes, and we ended up never finding each other again. I stayed there and watched some very fat Italian man perform some camp tunes. Halfway through the song he did an amazing striptease that led to him wearing very little, but in style! After a few fruitless Noel expeditions, I returned to the spot and kept dancing. A GMF DJ came out and played Satellite, and dancing away to Lena *at* Brandenburger Tor was fantastic, even if I was all alone (albeit with my large extended gay family). Also enjoyed some Medina "You and I" at the pretty gay gate :)
Then it was time to meet up with everyone again, as Noel had turned up at Costas'. Armed with a Swedish flag I had picked up of the street, I made my way to the train station. I got accosted in Swedish, but explained to the nice old couple that I wasn't from there, and I just had the flag cos I love Sweden and Melodifestivalen. We sang some Anna Bergendahl and Pernilla together, and I did the obligatory "But Linda Bengtzing is my favourite" line. They were impressed. Then I asked some nice pretty German girl at the S-Bahn which train I should get to Alexanderplatz rather than letting my drunk brain do the work. And then we started talking about Sweden too. I said some inappropriate things in broken Germany and wished them a good night before finding Costas, Noel and Felix and we went off to Weekend Club.
Apart from the extortionate €18 cover charge, it was fabulous as ever (well, it's only the second time I've been!). Full of pretty men and stonking good pop tunes. I recall particularly enjoying Kelis' Acapella and Shakira's Waka Waka! It was a bit too busy there so we divided our time between the heated rooftop terrace and the pop floor. Sadly they didn't play Satellite. Noel vanished again at some point, but apparently got home safe. Costas and myself stayed a very long time, all things considered. I didn't pull, but got the number of a nice American girl.... wtf is wrong with me?! ;)
All in all, it was a fun (if costly!) experience, and I was proud to be gay and drunk and live in Berlin.
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