It’s hard to believe a week has already passed since we were in Dallas. Actually, at this exact time one week ago, I think I was passed out due to drinking pretty much non-stop during the previous 24 hours. Nice job, Sammerz.
Our trip began with our flight being delayed by two hours. It wasn’t all bad though, as this gave us ample time to gulp down plenty of $9 beers from the airport Chili’s before grabbing an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and boarding our flight, on which we continued to drink. By the time we made our descent into Dallas, we were six songs deep into an epic mid-air, drunken lip-sync battle. (I hate myself for using the word epic.)
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Well, we did it. Boyfriend and I saved up for over 9 months and went to New Orleans this past weekend. But we didn’t just go to New Orleans. We went for the ultimate of wrestling events: Wrestlemania.
Now before you pass judgment on me for going to a city just to see half-naked men wrestle each other, let me remind you that it’s New Orleans. There would’ve been half-naked men wrestling each other even if WWE wasn’t in town.
Anyway, what can I say about this trip?! To sum it up in one word: amazeballs. Wait, no: drunkfest. Or maybe adventuretown? Gah. Okay, summing it up in one word is impossible, so I will ramble on about our adventure.
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