Compliments

I took my parents to the Vancouver 2010 Pride Parade this weekend (Parade post to come another time!).  We were lucky to get a spot right on the curb along Beach Ave - mom and I sat on the sidewalk while my dad stood behind us (with his mouth agape the entire time).

Just as the parade was about to start a gorgeous flamboyantly gay man sat down beside my mom. He was wearing a floppy straw hat and a flowing rainbow boa - my mom fell in love!  He gave a running commentary through the entire parade "oh my gawd, policemen? Yummy, I just die for a man in uniform", or "gimme 5 minutes with that sexy piece of meat, I'll just devour him"... "Hockey players? Ooo, shower time must be ahhhmazing".  He had us in stitches for the full 3 hours.  He even ran into the street to take a pictures with a RCMP Mountie "Mounties? Ohhh, I'd like to mount him..."

At one point he turned to me, peeked over his glasses and shouted "Holy crap, you're FRICKEN GORGEOUS, are you like, Swedish or something, Oh. My. God, model alert!".  I was flattered (how could you not be?)... that was until he said the same thing the group of 14 year-olds to my left, "Oh. My. God. You girls are adorable, you're FRICKEN BEAUTIFUL!", and then to my mom "Oh. My. God. You are FRICKEN LOVELY, I LOVE your blue eyes", and then to my dad "Your dad is FRICKEN HAWT, what a tall drink of water!"... needless to say his compliments tended to lose their effectiveness after awhile...

Regardless I'll still hold onto the 'FRICKEN GORGEOUS' for a few days, 'cause it feels FRICKEN great.