Saturday Celebrity Sighting

So, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, my boy and I ended up at a portion of the local Pride Fest. That's what it is called. Not the Gay Pride Fest, just Pride Fest. When I heard about it on the radio advertised as a Pride Fest, I was a little confused. Was it just a regular fest, where everyone can dress like peacocks and get pissed off because I am staring or was it a Gay Pride Fest, where my delicate sensibilities would have to be left back at the car.

Was the Pride Fest, Gay or not?!

Bilingual... I will let the joke rest right here. Thank you very much!  via

Well, when the DJ's brought on a guest spokesman, a guy named "Flaming" or "Flamboyant", those pieces of the puzzle fell into place. I'm smart like that!

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Suffice to say the whole gay pride fest is not to my taste.

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 For that matter, neither is a redneck chili cook off, but I digress.

This post is about a HUGE SUPERSTAR SIGHTING!

Right here in Denver, of all places! And at the Pride Fest. Trust me it was way gay.

I was staring at a lesbian's shoes, kinda. They were black and neon green Ugg-type boots. Where the hell do you buy such things? I even Googled them. Nothing, nada, zip!

See how distracting the Ugg's were? I can't even keep a coherent thought.

Dammit!

SO, WE WERE WALKING DOWN THE STREET.

And I saw this a few feet ahead of us.

Dammit! Typing the word feet made me think of those boots again. Hold on, gotta Google and make sure they are not anywhere on the net. BRB.

Okay, back. They are not boots. They are leg warmers and here they are.

CRAP ON A STICK, THEY ARE DISTRACTING!!

A cross between a raccoon and Frankenstein? 

Radioactive zebra Sasquatch? 

Giant Alien caterpillars?

What are they??

OMG!!! 

CAN I FINALLY GET BACK TO MY POST?

SHEESH!!

Anywhoo... we saw this.

Oh, for pete's sake! Not one photo of the back of his head! I even looked up the back of Ellen Degeneres' head. Oh, and the irony is not lost on me!

Here's his damn picture.

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Yes, Rod Stewart. I wasn't sure it it were him, so I listened to him speak. Well, he does have an English accent. I had to have a better look so I steered the boy next to the wall. Nah, that's not him.

Besides, why would Rod Stewart be at a Don't mention the word Gay Pride Fest? I could understand Cher, but Rod? Is Rod a closet fag hag? Can a man even be a fag hag? No, I think that would just make him gay.

Anywhoo....

But wait! Now that I had to look up his picture for this post, I'm not sure if it was him or not.

So, maybe it was an impersonator? But, I must say, if I were to be a Rod Stewart impersonator, I think I would choose a younger Rod! 

Pfft...no pun intended.

 

Saturday, A Great Day

Saturday was a great day!

I spent the day with my boy!

We had no plans other than to go to the Denver Flea Market, however we crammed a ton of fun in just a few hours.

Picture courtesy of my boy!

First stop was the Mile High Flea Market. I dressed as if I were going to market at  Campo de' Fiori in Rome. I wore a long red dress, sandals and a wide brim hat. Yes, I was rockin' the look and even got a compliment from an Asian woman vendor.

With all the hype that I had read about this flea market, I was a little disappointed. It was small. I say small, in comparison to the Swap Shop in South Florida. I mean, come on! We walked up and down every aisle, and my feet didn't even hurt at the end of our time there!

We did come away winners, though! I bought an ugly Aeropostle bag, it was a necessity as I wanted a bag but couldn't find what I wanted and I was sick of my lipstick hanging around in my bra.
Bag was originally, $32. I bought it for $12.

Note the blue shoes. That's my boy!

But the HUGE deal of the day, was for my boy! He found not one but two 35mm cameras. The vendor wanted $50. That was a huge deal, yet, my boy walked away with those two MINT condition cameras for $32. That's not each! But $32 for both! SCORE!!!

We ate Philly Cheese sandwiches, they were premade. So, of course disappointing, but edible. We also ordered a frozen lemonade. To our surprise, it was not a slushie type drink. Ooooo, and too  sweeeeet!

What I gathered from visiting the flea market, is that if you need umbrellas designed as animals, complete with fabric ears, this is the place to go. If you need a hat, this is the place to go. We bought two hats, both camo bucket style. Both hats for the boy. The first hat was too small, so we found the right size at another vendor and purchased that as well. I guess I now own a camo bucket hat.

I'm sexy and I know it hat. via

Then we cruised down to Denver. I wanted to visit the little Asian market off of Federal and Alameda. At the Asian "home store" I bought a money frog for my boy and one for me. I also bought a dragon figurine. My boy is a dragon, I am a ram. If you follow that kind of stuff. The love of all things Asian can be traced back to my mother and my paternal grandmother. Neither are Asian.

Then I dragged to boy over to the Asian food market. I bought dried black fungus, dried shiitake mushrooms, a long handled mesh colander and MOCHI!!

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Me lovee MOCHI!!!!

Okay, I love mochi. I must make mochi. I have pinned mochi recipes. If you would like to see them on pinterest- click here! http://pinterest.com/NormalNuttiness/mochi/

Next stop was:

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Again, I had heard hype on this and was eager to see what I could see. My over all feeling for this store is, meh. No big deal. Nothing that struck my fancy. I won't be back.

Then we cruised on down to IKEA.

Picture courstey of my boy!

I'm really not an IKEA fan.  However, I did know the first rule of visiting IKEA.

EAT THE SWEDISH MEATBALLS!

So, after walking the whole furniture floor, we went to try the meatballs.

Not only did we try the meatballs, but we ordered the salmon lasagna, the barbecue ribs and the chocolate cake.

Boy, liked the ribs very much and I thought they were tasty. The cake was great! But I would never recommend the salmon lasagna or the famous Swedish meatball. However, if you like greasy meatballs have at it!

We then moseyed on downstairs and bought a huge picture frame. My boy, who is a professional photographer, is promising me one of his photos. I don't know what it is, yet. But I am promised that after my death, it will hang in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Denver clock tower. Courtesy of my boy.

Next stop was back up to downtown Denver. We walked to the 16th Street Mall to hit Barnes and Noble. As we walked and walked and walked, I remembered that the Pride Festival was this weekend. Now I am all about expressing individuality, however I recall back in the day you had to pay to see this type of freak show. 'Nuff said about that.

Anywhoo, I bought a Carl Hiaasen book and we headed back out to the car. So we walked and walked and walked. When we got back, I had a parking ticket.

WHAT!!???

We still had twenty three minutes left on the meter! Oh, but wait. That's not what the ticket is for. It's a ticket for not having my license plate attached to my front bumper. But here's the rub. I can't attach it to the front bumper without having my car bumper drilled. So me being the responsible person that I try to be, I placed my plate in my windshield. Oh, and that's a $75 ticket.

So, I got to thinking. I will fight this because I am fairly certain that if my rear light was busted out, I would not have received a ticket. I gotta find a cop to ask. Such bullshit.

Anywhoo.... next we drove down to the river.

Image courtesy of my boy.

It had been a warm day out and a few people lingered in the water. We walked down and tested the coldness of the water. Oooo, chilly!!! I found a freshwater clam shell, both sides intact. I had the boy grab it out for me. I love my boy!

And I would love to bring the monkeys down here. Maybe one at a time would be best. Probably better if I just forget that idea. 

And that concludes my Saturday. Thanks to the boy for the great pictures and his love! 

 

Colorado On Fire

7*89--Aerial photos of the Black Forest Fire outside Colorado Springs, Colorado. (Photo by John Wark / Special to the Denver Post)

Okay, first, let me just say.... I DIDN'T DO IT!
Now that we have that out of the way, let's move on.

WOW!! The smoke around Denver is just, well, smokey! I can't even see the mountains!

Aside from it sucking from a homeowners point of view, where they just lost their house, belongings and sometimes their pets, it sucks for me too. Only because I am selfish and thoughtless to those suffering major losses. Because, why? You ask?

Because, without the mountains in my sights, I have no clue which direction I am heading. Oh, but use your GPS, you say. Well, phooey to that idea.

My GPS hates me and I swear, plots my demise constantly.
I want shortest route.
GPS heads me off a cliff.
I'm running behind to an appointment.
GPS takes me three miles out of my way.
I want to avoid a roadblock.
GPS sends me to a dead end.

Once, and I swear this is true. GPS asked me, "Are you in a building?"

NO YOU STUPID GPS!!! I'M RIGHT WHERE YOU DIRECTED ME!!!

GPS is a bitch!

On the plus side of the day, I have discovered the cure for hay fever and any nasal allergies.

But, first, I need a human guinea pig. Any volunteers?

I noticed that with the suggestion from Annie*s Granny, I did not smell any smoke. Because, if you recall, I had an issue with

I Love Baby Gays!

and it was suggested that I use Vaseline to coat the interior of my nostril. Using, of course, Baby Gays!

I don't smell any smoke!!! Awesome!!!

Which led me to think, if you have allergies and you coat the interior of your nose, using a Baby Gay with Vaseline, the pollen and such would get stuck and no allergy attack for you!

I think I'm pretty clever. Let me know how it works out!


Ps. I now have my son, calling them Baby Gays! I'm soooo trendy!