I know I've been posting a lot lately, and considering it's mostly type and no pictures, I'm betting it can get tedious.
But this is good, really good:
I went to see amateur wrestling at Viper's House of Pain last night. It was by far one of the most twilightly, where-am-I, out of place experiences that I've ever been to, and yet at some ways I felt totally at home. Okay, not so much at home, hearing little kids yell, "make him bleed," or wearing t-shirts that say "kick him in the face," but you know, people seemsed nice and accepting and glad that we were there, although I'm pretty sure we were probably the only non-regulars in this metal strip mall with a home-made looking arena, watching mostly grown men in costumes with names like "Chris the Crucifix" body slam each other, when they weren't hitting each other with metal chairs.
Just another cultural experience, no better or worse then the art show at the local gallery I attended today. There was this really neat piece called the "Pirate of Lost Youth," which seems somehow appropriate not being too far removed from this year's boat race. I saw a lot of faces in that painting.
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Your post made me think of the time you led Sarah into the dining hall on a leash. She had a wrestling mask on. You also enjoyed, did you not, wrestling with Sarah in the water buffalo pit that same summer. I think this wrestling thing is your thing.
You and Sarah should pair off in a cage match the next time were all in town. You know we all just need a reason to head back to Perry county and I think this may be it. Ellen's House of Pain!
i like it, except i think it was actually sarah who led me on a leash...and it was a wrestling match, but i was supposed to be a goat--remember the utters?
I like the dignity (that I imagine) with which you say "but I was supposed to be a goat--remember the utters?" I love you ellen. I miss you.
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