the day was already half-done when i decided i was lucid enough to check my phone. texted some lame excuse to a friend for not making it to his parade-watching party. already this made for a weak theater of a day.
throwing myself deep into this cult of showy sociability, i liked a photo of a friend in drag, trying to make out with this shirtless beef head somewhere along the parade route. i took this poll on which track should be the theme song for this amazing summer of gay.
i have become a silly sack of reflexes.
the rest of my day felt like outtakes of any bad filipino movie, a rambling series of contrived scenes and a tacked on song that will never outlive us all.