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2-23-99 Well, last night was WCW
live at Arco Arena. I was so amped. I was jazzed, I was in
the zone. I said, "This is great! I'm gonna get to see all
the big wrestlers, it'll be so exciting to see it live, wow, this is gonna
ROCK!" (Ok, I don't really talk like an 80's hair band refugee, but you
get the idea).
So we get there, and we go in, we find our seats, and....we wait.
And wait. Finally some announcer guy comes out and says how we should
be so excited, because the show will start in less than 15 minutes.
Ok, so they are starting about an hour after the tickets said they'd start.
I can hang. Then they turn on the lights. OUCH! They
have strung up these huge bright lights right underneath the big screen
waaay up there, and they are so bright that everyone's eyes are hurting.
Ok, it's for TV, this is understandable. The oiled muscles of the
wrestlers need to be shiny to be seen on TV, I get this. Finally
the credits start, the music is pumping, and they are showing the announcers
on the big TV overhead, and they start talking. And no one can hear
them! They aren't playing the announcers voices in the arena.
Grrr.... Muffin explains this is probably so there isn't a reverb
problem.
The whole rest of the night was similar. The neat pyrotechnics you
see on TV? Yeah, they look great, but imagine being trapped in a
box with all that smoke that has NO WHERE TO GO. It got so smoky
and thick in there, everyone around us was coughing and sneezing.
And it was sulfery smelling too. The wrestling itself was ok, but
for some reason, the grunts and groans and slaps on the canvas are a LOT
louder on TV. There was a fat kid in front of us, with a big sign,
and he kept standing up. Up and down up and down, all night long.
I wanted to grab his ear and shout, "Hey you little fat piglet, stay in
your damn seat or I'm gonna stick an apple in your mouth and BBQ you!",
which would probably have been a really bad idea.
I'm making it sound like it was all bad, but it wasn't. There were
some very good matches. I got to see Big Poppa Pump and Goldberg
(Gooooold-Beeeeerg), and Big Sexxxy (Kevin Nash's name is right on.
He is one hot man), and all sorts of other guys I like. And I got
to see a little tiny guy, Rey Mysterio, who is no more than 5'5" tall,
beat up Kevin Nash, who's about 7'1" I think. Go little guys!
The funniest thing happened, Chris Jerico's 'personal security', Ralphus,
came out wearing a dress, and Saturn came running out and ripped the dress
right off of Ralphus! So this huge fat dork (he's meant to be one,
don't call me names for saying that) is standing there in nothing but his
skivvies!
It was great. Saturn himself was wearing a dress, too, and let me
tell you, I think all guys should start doing this. He looked GOOD
in a that tight, short, low cut dress. (No wonder I've always had a soft
spot for Scottish men, it's the kilt!) I understand guys a little better
now. A nice body in revealing clothes is a beautiful sight.
Now if I can only talk my Muffin into wearing a dress for me at home.
Yeah, I see that happening.
A
side note: I am wearing my hair a little different today.
(It's very short, I don't think I've mentioned that before. It's
about 1 inch long all over my head.) Anyway, I have the front 2 inches
parted in the middle, and stuck straight to my head, and the back of it
is all moussed up and spiky curly. I like it. What I was going
to say before I got really random, was that I love the little clips I have
holding my straight sections down.
They
are the cutest little blue butterflies. 
The left one is bright silvery metal with a pretty clear blue stone in
the middle for the body of the bug. The right one is also silvery
metal, but it's solid and it's enameled a lovely sky blue color.
I feel so pretty and dainty, like a fairy princess. Where is a field
of tulips I can go skip through? It's amazing the power of accessories.
I'm going to go buy more pretty girly things for my boy-cut hair just as
soon as I get off work. Clothestime, watch out!