Monday, June 4, 2012

Utah Pride Festival: Saturday

Brian and I thought it would be fun to go to the Utah Pride Festival this year.  And in my desperation for some kind of vacation, I thought we could make it an overnight trip and stay in a hotel even.  Salt Lake City is only an hour away and feasibly we could have driven back and forth, but where's the fun in that?  And what could be more fun than getting friends together to go?  So we invited our friends Brett and Wes along to join us in the festivities.

All four of us had to work on Saturday, but as soon as we clocked out we threw our bags into the trunk of Brian's car and headed up the freeway to our weekend of gay frivolity.  We checked into our hotel room at the Sheraton at about 7:00 PM, freshened up a bit, and then headed to Washington Square where the festival was being held.  We got there just in time to see the talent provided by the Utah Pride Center this year: Prince Poppycock of America's Got Talent fame and Frenchie Davis who appeared on both American Idol and The Voice

Prince Poppycock was a hoot painted all in gold with a fabulously shiny wig.  He sang a variety of numbers, beginning with the operatic "Marriage of Figaro" and ending with Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody."  His performance was campy fun and the audience ate it up.  Frenchie Davis performed next and she was phenomenal!  A large woman with a shaved head and a big voice, she belted her heart out on numbers from Cee Lo Green to Lady Gaga to her own single "Love Has Got A Hold of Me."  She was so fantastic the audience cheered her on for an encore.

I wasn't cool enough to record any of the performances, but luckily other people did.  Here are some vids that I found on YouTube from the festival:

After the performances, a Latin dance party commenced so we moved to the front of the stage and danced our little hearts out.  With the awesome lights, pumping music, and hot dancers shaking their booties on stage it was a pretty exhilarating night out.  Exhilarating and hot.  And by hot I mean sweaty, and not in a good way.  Eventually we had to get away from there and head back to our hotel room.  None of the hot Latin dancers wanted to come home with us, so we spent the rest of the night playing cards and... well, what happens in Salt Lake stays in Salt Lake.


Morgan Mikel said...

Sounds like quite the party. Too bad I missed out.

Anonymous said...

The moment when you're extremely glad that you were the one who said "What happens in Salt Lake..."



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