Dear Friends and Family,
Remember that promise I made to get out more? Well, sometimes that leads to questionable decisions. Like last night’s.
My neighbor Amy and I went to MicroMania in Salem.
I’m going to pause here to let you follow that link.
Yeah.
It seemed like a great idea, then I had regrets. So many regrets before the show started.
One of the biggest regrets was not reading the show poster correctly.
It CLEARLY says doors open at 7. But Amy and I got it in our heads that the show STARTED at 7. So we got there there 2.5 hours early.
As a result, we got second-row seats. But we also had to kill time. As I’m doing Dry January, drinking wasn’t it.
So we played homemade Bingo.
And listened to BAD jokes by the emcee.
What’s the difference between a dwarf and a midget?
Very little.
Terrible.
I seriously contemplated leaving. I was afraid I was participating in one of those awful shows from the late 19th century.
But then the show started. The performers were spectacular. In on and pushing the joke.
I mean, they came out to a medley of songs such as “It’s a Small World” and “Follow the Yellow Brick Road.”
And the crowd was loving it. Not in a mean, weird way.
I also did the math and realized how much the performers were potentially banking. It’s not a small amount. (Sorry. I got caught up.)
The man in front of us was LOSING HIS MIND with joy. He recorded every moment of every match.
There also was a significant amount of audience interaction.
It had so many moments you would expect wrestling matches to have.
A guy behind me shouted “Bring out the tables!”
So, you know, standard wrestling.
It turned out to be a fun night. Not sure I would go again, though. I need to find a new hobby to keep me occupied.
Don’t judge me.
With a little love from Oregon,
Beth
*Yes, they played that song too.
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