Today was BY FAR one of the most fun days of my entire life. I spent the day with my best friends. It took TONS of planning, but WE DID IT! We get together about once a month and do something fun. Bowling, skating, going to the movies, etc. Today, we went roller-skating and that was an adventure in and of itself. I haven't been on skates in at least 10 years, so I knew I would suck.
At first, we all got quad skates, which are the kind with 2 wheels in front and 2 wheels in back. I couldn't even pretend to skate in those things. lol When I used to skate before, I used inline skates, so I got some of those instead and tried to convince my friends the inline skates were easier. And they were. I put those babies on and I was flying around that rink like it was nothing.
Alora didn't skate. Emelda was really hesitant to, but we got her to do it anyway....and she fell.....a lot. Jessica was holding the rail the entire time, so she wouldn't fall...but she fell anyway. Elizabeth was Emelda's buddy today. She held Emy's hand while she tried to skate, then when Emy fell, Elizabeth went with her, and then a domino effect set in and Alora fell, and so did Jessica....BUT NOT ME! I was smart, you see. I didn't get too close to them because I knew someone was gonna fall and take everyone around them down, too.
So....after skating, we went to the lake and had ice cream! Well....I had a smoothie and Elizabeth didn't have anything, actually. Anyways...Elizabeth left because she had to work. And then Alora went to the restroom.....and didn't lock the door. And then I had one of those "it's happening at normal speed, but it really seems like slow motion" moments when a lady started walking toward the bathroom door and as soon as she pushed the door open, I thought "Maybe I should tell her Alora's in there..." But I was too late. She pushed the door open and all we heard was Alora go "AHHH!!!" And then everyone in the place busted out laughing. It was beyond hilarious.
We were enjoying our tasty treats and decided we'd go to Cotton Patch [where Elizabeth works] and get something to eat. On the way there, we all decided that we would torture poor Elizabeth by being terrible customers. And we did. And it was funny. The food wasn't too good, but we sure had a good time. Then we all bid farewell to one another and went our separate ways.
Most of today was spent laughing and smiling like friends should do, none of that arguing shit or anyone being mean to someone or everyone picking on someone. It was amazing. And I'm glad we've made this a monthly thing, because without these girls, I'd probably go crazy. I know a lot of people and I hang out with a lot of people, but it's days like this when you realize who your true friends are and how much you should cherish every moment with them. <3
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I Am Pro Wrestling
Heroes and villains, good guys and bad guys, people you love and people you loathe. Whether you are watching a movie, your favorite television show, a soap opera, or a cartoon, a variation of opposing forces are present. Professional wrestling is no different. Sure, there’s spandex, referees, and title belts, but that’s part of the appeal. It takes you out of reality and into a perfectly put together performance. If there’s one thing in life that I love more than life itself, it’s professional wrestling. I tell people that I love pro wrestling and the reactions don’t much vary between, “Wrestling’s fake,” and “Why?” My responses: “No, it isn’t,” and “Because I can.”
“Wrestling’s fake.” I hate those words more than any others. Wrestling isn’t any faker than the movies you watch. Ask any wrestlers, as I have, if wrestling’s fake, and you will illicit the same response from each of them. A look of disappointment and the longing to be elsewhere. I’ve learned, throughout my life and more so in recent years, that wrestling isn’t fake. They, unlike your action movie heroes, do their own stunts. I’ve seen first hand the damage professional wrestling can do to a person, both mentally and physically. I try to keep the fact that I’m a wrestling fan to myself, because otherwise, one of two things will happen. Either the person I’m talking to will try to talk wrestling with me, and not succeed because they think that the WWE is the only wrestling company on the planet, or they will go on about how girls should stick to dinner and laundry instead of pro wrestling. I don’t think that whatsoever. Yes, I’m a girl. Yes, I cook and clean, but I can do it while watching wrestling. And if I cook and clean, then I’ll watch whatever I want and don’t need a man’s permission to do so. No, I am not a feminist, but I do believe in gender equality. Sexism and double standards will never dissolve, but they will not affect me if I have anything to say about it.
Like any other wrestling fan, I’ve been to many live wrestling events and have seen many matches in person. One match, in particular, stands out in my mind. Alex Shelley versus Sonjay Dutt, September 29, 2006, The Siegel Center at the Alltel Pavilion in Richmond, Virginia. I was 14 years old and standing in the front row. “Shelley Sucks” and “Sonjay Dutt” chants were more than noticed and more than necessary. Shelley was the heel, the bad guy, and Sonjay was the babyface, the good guy. Go to any wrestling event and there will be, more often than not, a heckler. On that crisp Fall night, there were 3 of them, standing directly across from me on the opposite side of the ring. There weren’t that many fans in attendance that night. We barely filled up half the floor a college basketball court, so the hecklers were louder than normal, in order to try and steal the spotlight from the wrestlers. I’m a loud fan, I yell, I chant, I cheer, I scream at the top of my lungs, but I do it for fun, not to belittle other fans.
The 3 Musketeers, I mean, hecklers, were giving me the 3rd degree for enjoying Alex and Sonjay’s match. Alex Shelley and Sonjay Dutt are two of the rawest, most technical wrestlers out there, and to sit there and not enjoy a match of theirs is virtually impossible. Or so I thought. Hecklers are usually funny, can get the rest of the crowd laughing, and aim their jokes at the wrestlers. The 3 Amigos, however, weren’t funny, made the crowd mad, and aimed their jokes at one person: Me. “Go home and do my laundry,” “Shouldn’t you be doing your algebra homework?,” “Bring me a beer,” and “What’s for dinner?,” were a few of the comments made to me. Not because I was 14, not because I was an easy target, not because I am a girl, but because I actually enjoyed the match, as well as the rest of the show.
When it comes down to it, you can hate wrestling and you can hate me for loving wrestling, but I don’t want to hear about it. You may be against wrestling, but I am pro wrestling.