Waaaagh!

Last night...

I paid money to see an old white man complain vociferously about the state of child rearing practices in America today. No... it wasnt a republican fundraiser... because the next thing he did was to drop his pants so a midget could bury his face in his ass. Mardi Gras in New Orleans perchance? No...

See... there's a girl (all good stories start with a girl)... and i really enjoy her company... and in a lot of ways she's kryptonite to me... but she's been sad and stressed out and not doing very well - and that makes her more likely to make bad decisions and be less like the person i like spending time with... so, generally, she needed something to make her happy - something over the top.

But - alas - the girl in question somewhere along the line - she got the bug to watch WWE Wrestling. So, when i found out that wrestling was coming to town, I gave her the option... i'd buy her a ticket so she could sit ringside, or i could buy 2 tickets and she'd have to go with me. I assumed she'd go with the ringside seat... but i was wrong. So I gave her the 2 tickets - and left it up to her with regards to her companion (if she'd taken someone else that would have been fine) - but no - i dont think there was ever any question...

Thus - I found myself watching Vince McMahon in a speedo - from about 30 feet away right at eyelevel - pants dropped... spray-tanned ass extended... as Hornswoggle the mute midget was told, repeatedly, to kiss his ass. In olden days, we'd have been throwing rotting vegetables... otherwise the entertainment is the same.

Now - over the years i've tried to take her to Shakespeare at Winedale (speaking of throwing vegetables)... to the Nutcracker... to plays at the Paramount (La Mancha came to town last night)... but there'd been some obstacle or somesuch every time... so the first time i've taken her out to something cultural (other than the occasional film) is WWE. This is... shall we say... new for me.

I wore a ganesh shirt with a big American Flag shirt as an overshirt... a goober truck-stop New Orleans hat... and tried to fit in with the crowd by being rude and loud (mission accomplished). I believe we were on television.

As fer the rasslin - meh... long gone are the days of the great kabuki and his infamous 'asian mist'... it was fun - but i dont think rasslin will ever be my entertainment of choice. That it would have sucked without the company is a given - and that it didnt suck - pretty much tells you everything you need to know. The truth is - she had a great time and was really happy... and making her happy was really all that mattered.