the parade as seen from my window
So waking up this morning was a bit of an experience. I was hot and twisted in my sheets, which is no different than any other morning here, but something was different that took a minute for my sleep clouded mind to figure out. There were bells, and whistles, and shouts, and tambourines creating quite the ruckus outside my window. What was this bevy of noise and yells? Out on the street there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter, away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up- well I don't what a sash is but if there had been one I had would have thrown it up. I craned my neck, looking over to Fifth to see what this thing (such a rude awakening) was? A parade! But not just any parade, but the LGBT (or gay pride) parade was marching itself down Fifth avenue right in front of my dorm. I had to see it for myself! After a quick shower (because no one should ever have to suffer to see me before a shower) I threw on my clothes and clamored down the stairs (okay so maybe I took the elevator, but that's beside the point) and ran out to the street to find A and SB. Among the rainbowed flags, purple and silver banners, glittered drag queens, floats blasting Ricky Martin, Michael Jackson, and Kei$ha marched the thousands of New Yorkers shouting, dancing, clapping, and singing their pride for the LGBT community of the Empire State. And all I could think of was Judy Garland, pre ruby slippers, entering into the colorful and foreign world of Oz claiming the epic line, "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."
So waking up this morning was a bit of an experience. I was hot and twisted in my sheets, which is no different than any other morning here, but something was different that took a minute for my sleep clouded mind to figure out. There were bells, and whistles, and shouts, and tambourines creating quite the ruckus outside my window. What was this bevy of noise and yells? Out on the street there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter, away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up- well I don't what a sash is but if there had been one I had would have thrown it up. I craned my neck, looking over to Fifth to see what this thing (such a rude awakening) was? A parade! But not just any parade, but the LGBT (or gay pride) parade was marching itself down Fifth avenue right in front of my dorm. I had to see it for myself! After a quick shower (because no one should ever have to suffer to see me before a shower) I threw on my clothes and clamored down the stairs (okay so maybe I took the elevator, but that's beside the point) and ran out to the street to find A and SB. Among the rainbowed flags, purple and silver banners, glittered drag queens, floats blasting Ricky Martin, Michael Jackson, and Kei$ha marched the thousands of New Yorkers shouting, dancing, clapping, and singing their pride for the LGBT community of the Empire State. And all I could think of was Judy Garland, pre ruby slippers, entering into the colorful and foreign world of Oz claiming the epic line, "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."
And now I'm sitting in my room, listening to the screams and whistles and -was that a whip?- continue outside my window realizing I'm definitely not in Mississippi anymore.
-Mandy
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