- Jun 16, 2008
Oh my gosh you haven't heard about the Endless Pride Parade? Dude you have no idea what you've been missing.AJvsRonin said:And what endless pride parade? I have no idea what you're talking about. Provide evidence of this endless parade, does it just go in circles or does it move from city to city?
You see, legend has it the parade started as an acid induced hippie love jam conga line at Burning Man last year. Now normally such a thing would have died out on the outskirts of Burning Man, or as we'll refer to it from now on "Drum Circle Zero", however by an odd twist of fate they arrived in the next town over and got assimilated into the parade for a circus that was passing through town. Some of the veteran hippies, at this point coasting on their ample stores of weed, ended up joining said circus and turned it into an act that circled the tent while the show was on-going. This was the humble beginnings of the Endless Pride Parade.
Now the parade went undetected for months as it was carried from town to town with the circus until the circus found itself in sunny California. Wherein the veteran hippies that had been keeping the conga line alive as a circus act got high and sort of wandered off; taking a few of the clowns with them. It was at this point that the conga line began its mutation into the Endless Pride Parade that we know today.
The veteran hippies, and their newly acquired posse of misfit clowns, conga'd their way into the Castro District of San Francisco. Wherein the hand of fate played it's part once more and they were seamlessly integrated into an ongoing gay pride parade. The hippies and clowns remained none the wiser to what they had conga'd into and actually assumed they had just found their way back to Drum Circle Zero. It's at this point that our story grows uncertain as all we know is that the oldest and most burnt out of the hippies was seen congaing away from the parade that day with a small splinter group of rather flamboyantly dressed participants, the aforementioned misfit clowns, and a parade float populated by a group of Village People impersonators.
Unconfirmed reports have placed it in a number of places across the continental US prior in the months that followed, but the only ones which may be true include the description of a burnt out old hippie leading the charge. The parade would not officially resurface again until Mardi Gras during the Crew of Apollo's annual parade; the infamous Mardi Gras crew comprised entirely of cross-dressers. In what can only be described as a perfect of storm of lax law enforcement, copious amount of alcohol, various illegal drugs, and the general confusion of a New Orleans Mardi Gras, the Endless Pride Parade took its final shape and began it's ultimate march into the annals of legend.
The Apollo parade that year never ended; despite what the authorities would have you believe. It in fact found it's way out of the confines of New Orleans and now roams the great expanse of North and South America combined. It is believed that it's membership is fluid in nature, with participants joining and exiting as it comes upon unsuspecting towns, the only true marker left to indicate it is the lone veteran hippie leading the group; flanked on either side by the only two remaining circus clowns. Whether the trio is aware of what they lead is unknown. Wherever they travel they leave in their wake the remains of one epically fabulous party, tales of mystery and wonder, and confusion.
So if you ever find yourself enjoying a particularly beautiful day, where the area you live in could be described as uncharacteristically "sleepy", keep your eyes and ears open. For you may hear the faint sounds of the YMCA song and spy a burnt out hippie emerging 'round the corner, escorted by a pair of misfit circus clowns.