Whenever I have guests in town, I always take them to the Round-Up Bar and Dance Hall (Flat Tony may make an appearance if he ever manages to venture out of the computer in cardboard fashion.) The Round-Up is a most excellent venue, full of hot cowboys dancing the two-step with one another.
The men holding the banner for the Round-Up wore khaki shorts and tennis shoes this year. I’m thinking about lodging a formal complaint.
My friend Doug used to take me to the Round-up all the time and we would dance together and I would destroy his feet. He moved to St. Louis where gay bars suck. I miss my Dougie Baby (that’s not Doug on the photograph)
Participating this year: Bichon in a stroller (or Maltese?)
This man represented the gay brother supported by family members which is great…
Except the little boy placed right next to him looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but on that float.
Sometimes, the show is in the audience too.
About that show in the audience, I would be glad to volunteer next year to screen the crowd, pick the ones I like and put them on the Audience Float. With what I’ve seen that day, it would be one HOT looking float: a real Chariot of Fire.