sast presents: the return of sast (short attention span theater)

it's pride season again. last weekend was the first of a series of gay pride events that my company participates in throughout the summer. last year this phoenix event was one of my favorites, but this year felt much different. even the hotel was quieter and felt less raucous, and while in other circumstances this would be much appreciated, pride comes with a different set of expectations, which were less than fully realized.

highlights included:

being able to celebrate the birthday of a colleague (and friend) with ginormous chocolate cake.


getting to work with my friend vicki (who doesn't usually work this beat)


getting some seriously quality pool time, and appreciating it soooo much in the 95 degree heat

(NOT inserting a photo of me in a swimsuit here)

and finding myself a new gay boyfriend. the advantage of this year's gay boyfriend over last year's group of them, is that this one actually lives in california, and has a disneyland pass, so i might actually get to hang out with him. how cute it is he? i'm glad he's gay or i'm certain he would break my heart.

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while watching this week's episode of 'bones', i immediately recognized the 'murder scene' as long beach aquarium, a gorgeous aquarium (rivals baltimore-which is saying something) about twenty minutes from my house. while i was excited at seeing the familiar setting, i was mildly heartbroken when i realized david boreanaz was twenty minutes from my house, and i had no idea. of all the celebrity encounters i may or may not have dreamed about since moving to california, david boreanaz would rank in the top 3. drat!

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it is common knowledge that new york city cab drivers are aggressive. i've even participated in my fair share of mr. toad's wild new york city cab rides, but my arrival to the city this evening took the cake. while leaving the airport and beginning to exit onto the freeway, my cabbie was cut off by another cabbie who proceeded to slam on the brakes. as a result, my driver did the same. the stop was so sudden and jolting that my head literally flew into the plastic divider.

while no permanent damage was done, the cab driver in front proceeded to get out of his car (and we're still on the freeway on-ramp, here) and began screaming at my driver. there was much bru-ha-haing about the legalities of what had just happened (which i found quite comical given the general abandonment of 'legal' driving procedures by nyc cabbies), an accusation of a 'bump' (which, though the stop had been rough, i was quite certain had not happened), and much puffing of chests before the front driver returned to his vehicle and went on his way.

i might have complained, but even with the unexpected stop, the ride was about twenty minutes shorter and twenty dollars cheaper than the last time i was here, so in te end, i was a happy, and amused, pasenger.

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deb made it back from germany. really looking forward to seeing her tomorrow, and really looking forward to this!