Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting...

alright. finally getting to the second part of this awe-inspiring two-parter about last weekend's wrestling madness. my last entry was one tiny moment of last weekend...here's more...weird though. it feels like last weekend happened a month ago, not last weekend.

just some snapshots i guess, since in my mind that's what a large part of the weekend was.

went to Tony Luke's again for cheesesteaks. i'm pretty sure it was the first cheesesteak my friend Christine ever had. that's weird to me. a good cheesesteak is up there with a good cheeseburger as perhaps the greatest food i consider to be "American food"...well, and bacon too...

I mentioned Roderick Strong and Nigel McGuiness in my previous entry. part of the reason we were all hanging around outside is that while waiting to be seated, Nigel and Roderick got into a minor, playful wrestling match in the waiting area of the place. The manager of the place was a apparently a humourless, uncaring, moron of a man with a small penis who feels sorry for himself and doesn't have an understanding or caring bone in his body, and enjoys being on a power trip, and he tossed the two of them out. i especially feel bad for Nigel, because while we were all hanging out in a hotel room before we went to eat, Nigel was dying to go to Denny's.

Speaking of hanging out in the hotel room. It was myself, Nigel, another wrestler named Ace Steel, and a few other fans, sitting there talking about wrestling. I have a feeling Ace is a lot younger than I think he is, because he seems like an old grizzled vet, and he trained several of the better young wrestlers i like, but man, you could tell he did not like sitting in a hotel room with fans, talking about wrestling.

no offense to Ace, because i can totally appreciate his sentiment - i mean back in the day, wrestlers and fans just didn't mingle. it was that simple. and man, in some territories, faces and heels (that's good guys and bad guys) weren't allowed to be seem together in public. even if they were travelling partners. That's what made the arrest several years back of Hacksaw Jim Duggan and the Iron Sheik rather funny - these guys were feuding like no one's business, but got arrested on the New Jersey Turnpike for drinking, smoking pot, and doing coke together in the car. EXCELLENT!

anyway, it was just kind of surreal, sitting there talking to Ace, because he just didn't look comfortable.

the hotel bar itself was crazy too. fans and wrestlers drinking, shouting, laughing, carrying on, and just having a great time. the liquor was flowing like water, and man, there definitely were not a lot of sober people at the bar. and oh yea, as long as i'm giving grief to managers (like the Denny's chump), let me give a big "screw you" to the manager at the hotel bar.

keep in mind - there was ONE bartender, busily serving AT LEAST 50 people. at about 1 a.m, the manager comes in, and yells out "Last Call!!!" despite the fact it really was close to an hour until last call.

i looked at him and said "are you gonna help serve, since there are so many people here and you just called last call?"

and he said "nope. not my job," and walked off. screw. you.

anyway, the bar was fun. at one point, i found myself outside of the bar, in the hotel lobby, talking to Becky Bayless, who is one of the managers/valets in Ring of Honor. i honestly don't remember what we were talking about, but i remember HC Loc of the Carnage Crew coming over and talking to us, and saying something about being a veteran of 10 years before my mind wandered off. No offense to Loc, but I was drunk, and well, Becky was there too.

oh yea, and Becky. you dropped the pour handle from the bar's draught selection of Yuengling beer. i found it on the floor, and i'll return it to you at the next RoH show. i didn't realize it was yours until someone told me the next day.

Back to Denny's - man, when were sitting outside, it was just a laugh a minute. aside from the convo mentioned in the previous entry, there was an exchange between a Deadhead boy and a Deadhead girl that happened that made me wish i had a video camera...

so, the boy is sitting there eatting some kind of drenched-in-sauce buffalo style chicken wing, and the girl comes over and starts making out with him. he puts his arms around her, and the dripping-in-sauce wing is getting all tangled up in her hair and it's getting messy and two minutes later they stop, and she pulls away and doesn't even realize she has all this sauce in her hair, and then says "wow. thanks. um, what was your name again?"

then, 30 seconds later, as she's walking away, she starts spitting, and brushing her tongue with her hand and going "blech! what are you eatting! blech! blech! that's nasty! blech!"

anyway, *I* thought it was funny.