You ever notice how during Gay Pride, anything seems possible? I mean, you can start drinking on Thursday afternoon and magically stay functionally drunk right on through till Monday morning? Um, you somehow can still dance all day even though you only got three hours of sleep and woke up wearing only a pair of panty hose and an eye patch? You can, somehow, like Caressa here, do a handstand on top of a cigarette butt and hold it for seven minutes and not even mess up your hair. No one parties harder than THE GAYS. No one.