What a weekend
I wanted to type this up Monday, but I've been busy, so sue me.
So this weekend was pretty crazy, and I've realized that I really haven't posted. So I might as well post about my weekend. Plus, I'm waiting for the stove to finish it's self-cleaning while icing my neck and back, so this gives me something to do.
Friday.
After work, went to kung fu. I haven't been to group class in a while since hurting the foot, but I'm trying to get back into it because I'm almost sure that I will be up for a belt test soon. I forgot how much they work you out at kung fu. wowza. Afterwards, I went to this bar over in Capitol Hill called the Crescent Lounge. It's an old gay bar that's been invaded by Seattle hipsters due to its nightly karaoke. The SSP guys (semi-pro wrestling in case you guys don't know about my current foray into the world of pro wrestling), were throwing a birthday party for one of the wrestlers. It was fun, and I did a lot of talking to new and interesting peopl.
Saturday, did the hotdog job, and then kept trying to call the SSP guys. Nathaniel booked us for a birthday party. SSP was performing for a birthday party for the ex-lead singer of the Accused, and one of the founders of the Rat City Rollergirls. I wasn't on the card, because I'm new, but I volunteered to ferry the mats because I have a truck. However, I couldn't get a hold of anyone, because they were up drinking hella late the night before. Shoot a text message off to Nathaniel, asking him if he needs a ride (he doesn't have a car). He gets back to me, we head over there, but still don't know what the hell is going on with the mats.
So we get there, and the crowd was definitely not what we expected. Especially for the party of an old-school punk band singer and a rollergirl. It was very...suburban. Lots of kids too, and SSP REALLY isn't for kids. I mean, one of the main characters is a molesting clown who finishes his matches by giving his opponents the Shocker. Yes, the Shocker.
Since we didn't really fit well with the crowd, we just kinda hung together, which is cool to me because I'm all for getting to know these guys better. They are a great bunch of dudes. But I want to reiterate, the host and hostess were great. Rayelle (or Rae's Hell) was really great.
Eventually, it's showtime, and while in the back, Nathaniel throws me a referee shirt. Holy shit, I'm gonna be on stage?! Yep, I pulled referee duty for the evening. Man was I nervous, luckily though the crowd wasn't too big (maybe 30 people). It was late so we did a tag team match, it turned out pretty successful, and everyone in the crowd went from going "I don't know about this" to getting really into it and throwing cans and hollering. But we're SSP, that's how we roll. Afterwards though I was so exhausted, I took Nathaniel back to the hill, hit the Rebar to drop off some shit, and then met up with the infamous Jackson Lowe at the Satellite Lounge and participated in GNO (Guys Night Out). But alas, I had to call it early, because I had to be a hotdog in the afternoon.
Sunday
Again, did the hotdog job. Man, was it hell. It was pretty hot that day, and that suits starts stinkin, but I'm a glutton for punishment. Afterwards Dan and I hit the gun range. I've been wanting to go for a while. I've never shot a handgun before, although I cleaned and maintained a vast array of them (Dr. Hazo has like 15 of them). so I started small, .22 revolver. I think it was a smart decision. I'm a big fan of the gun range now. Next time though I'm gonna work my way up and go with a 9mm.
Well, hope that's not too long, I got more to talk about, but I'm ready to pass out.
So this weekend was pretty crazy, and I've realized that I really haven't posted. So I might as well post about my weekend. Plus, I'm waiting for the stove to finish it's self-cleaning while icing my neck and back, so this gives me something to do.
Friday.
After work, went to kung fu. I haven't been to group class in a while since hurting the foot, but I'm trying to get back into it because I'm almost sure that I will be up for a belt test soon. I forgot how much they work you out at kung fu. wowza. Afterwards, I went to this bar over in Capitol Hill called the Crescent Lounge. It's an old gay bar that's been invaded by Seattle hipsters due to its nightly karaoke. The SSP guys (semi-pro wrestling in case you guys don't know about my current foray into the world of pro wrestling), were throwing a birthday party for one of the wrestlers. It was fun, and I did a lot of talking to new and interesting peopl.
Saturday, did the hotdog job, and then kept trying to call the SSP guys. Nathaniel booked us for a birthday party. SSP was performing for a birthday party for the ex-lead singer of the Accused, and one of the founders of the Rat City Rollergirls. I wasn't on the card, because I'm new, but I volunteered to ferry the mats because I have a truck. However, I couldn't get a hold of anyone, because they were up drinking hella late the night before. Shoot a text message off to Nathaniel, asking him if he needs a ride (he doesn't have a car). He gets back to me, we head over there, but still don't know what the hell is going on with the mats.
So we get there, and the crowd was definitely not what we expected. Especially for the party of an old-school punk band singer and a rollergirl. It was very...suburban. Lots of kids too, and SSP REALLY isn't for kids. I mean, one of the main characters is a molesting clown who finishes his matches by giving his opponents the Shocker. Yes, the Shocker.
Since we didn't really fit well with the crowd, we just kinda hung together, which is cool to me because I'm all for getting to know these guys better. They are a great bunch of dudes. But I want to reiterate, the host and hostess were great. Rayelle (or Rae's Hell) was really great.
Eventually, it's showtime, and while in the back, Nathaniel throws me a referee shirt. Holy shit, I'm gonna be on stage?! Yep, I pulled referee duty for the evening. Man was I nervous, luckily though the crowd wasn't too big (maybe 30 people). It was late so we did a tag team match, it turned out pretty successful, and everyone in the crowd went from going "I don't know about this" to getting really into it and throwing cans and hollering. But we're SSP, that's how we roll. Afterwards though I was so exhausted, I took Nathaniel back to the hill, hit the Rebar to drop off some shit, and then met up with the infamous Jackson Lowe at the Satellite Lounge and participated in GNO (Guys Night Out). But alas, I had to call it early, because I had to be a hotdog in the afternoon.
Sunday
Again, did the hotdog job. Man, was it hell. It was pretty hot that day, and that suits starts stinkin, but I'm a glutton for punishment. Afterwards Dan and I hit the gun range. I've been wanting to go for a while. I've never shot a handgun before, although I cleaned and maintained a vast array of them (Dr. Hazo has like 15 of them). so I started small, .22 revolver. I think it was a smart decision. I'm a big fan of the gun range now. Next time though I'm gonna work my way up and go with a 9mm.
Well, hope that's not too long, I got more to talk about, but I'm ready to pass out.