There’s nothing like a good night of drunken wrestling. The DFA meeting did occur, right on schedule. Though smelt a lil to much like sausage for my tastes. Its ok though because a bunch of brothers getting drunk is almost as fun as getting your groove on with some cute ladies. And by almost I mean not nearly as cool but is still acceptable.
I actually stayed relatively sober the entire night, only partaking in one White Russian. I managed to still participate in the drunken activities though. This included wrestling with Tunis. We were pretty close though his endurance lasted a bit longer than mine. So he eventually won. Afterwards I spent about 20 minutes throwing up in the bathroom, not from alcohol but from over exertion.
Shortly after this we had a little Fight Club Session in the back lounge which involved our biggest Brother Schroeder weighing in at 230 wrestling Tappendorf, who happens to be on the wrestling team and weighs 180 lbs. Schroeder was pinned in like 30 seconds. A very drunk Rushee who couldn’t have weighed more than 140 hopped in the ring and was severely man handled. After witnessing this, I’m like what the fuck I need another good ass kicking so I hopped in the ring with Tap, and fought like a panicked squirrel. I managed to make it 3 rounds, and dealt out two bloody noses, but in the end I was dropped on my head and conceded. It was still freaking awesome. I’m proud of the war wounds I got in the process.
After all of this was over I headed to work to do my usually 2 am – 6 am security job. After about a half hour on duty, I’d have to say about 10 drunken brothers show up to say Hi. It was awesome I’ve never gotten so many visitors at work before. After they all dispersed Kennedy came over and we just shot the shit for like 2 hours. It was pretty awesome. Saturday night was a very good night.