Well, it didn't start out seeming that way. A lot of my buddies had scabies and couldn't come, or had anniverseries or other excuses. What they couldn't come to was the Indy wrestling match held in a tiny redneck-filled building that smelled of nacho cheese, cigarette smoke, booze and sweaty bodies.

It was awesome.

The "wrestling" was obviously staged. but don't tell the crowd that. They were going wild over it all. Without the crowd, it would have just been a bunch of guys doing silly moves. But man, these people were into it! Some kids were bawling when their favorite wrestlers lost out. One woman there even got a young wrestler to sign her boob. She also happened to be sitting next to us. And was approximately 50 years old. Needless to say, the poor kid's face was totally beet red.

A friend of mine was laughing real hard during one of the "fights." The lady behind us tapped him on the shoulder and asked him if he was laughing from the embarrassment of his favorite wrestler losing. He giggled some more and said "no, I'm laughing at how fake this all is. She stared at him like he had told her he was Elvis Presley. WRESTLING IS SERIOUS BUSINESS AND OBVIOUSLY NOT FAKE.

Ahem.

So yeah, best birthday yet <3