A night to remember in the books. I, and some peeps I had met the previous night, randomly stumbled upon Salta´s very own gay pride parade...full of BIG dudes in drag (and lots of them) , the whole shebang with fishnets, inches of makeup, and mere inches of clothing, and loads and loads of people in the streets, a couple lit-up floats, all rocking electro music BLASTING as it overtook the streets. It was a grand parade, with dancing, celebration, and fiesta in the middle of the road, a stark contrast from what I´ve experienced in SD´s rallies (but of course NOT taking anything away from those marches). The Saltans know how to party and celebrate and they do it right! We were all dancing and shaking with everyone else in the street. aieee iee ieeee woo woo!!!! AND the icing on the cake when I heard ¨work it make it do it makes us harder better faster stronger¨and instantly all of us were bouncing. The sound of Daft Punk in my ears always brings the oontz oontz in the feet, and even better that it came blasting from a sound system on a decked out truck, totally playafied-style with blinking lights on decks with people hanging off the scaffolds. If only they knew! It was a glorious moment. Truly and simply glorious.
And to top it off, we found one of the local grub spots for dinner afterwards with a full on Argentinian dance performance by the locals. And of course audience participation was a highlight and half of us were recruited to strut our stuff (embarrassingly) on stage (videos will forever be locked away). But by the end of the night, we were all hooting and hollering and skipping around the restaurant without a care and just enjoying the moment.
