Musclelicious

So, I realize that most of you are probably not huge wrestling geeks like I am, but this is pretty noteworthy.  As you may or may not know, Wreslemania, the mecca of all things sweaty, manly, and muslelicious, is April 1st.  There will be a special event at this year’s competition — the Battle of the Billionaires, hair versus hair.  That’s right.  The Chairman of the Board, Vince McMahon, and none other than Donald Trump have each picked a respective wrestler for a one on one, one fall match that night.  The loser… must shave his head.  And no, this is not a Britney Spears-inspired event.  This was all planned well before her infamous mental breakdown.

I truly believe that this is a silly gimmick (because, of course, all wrestling is real) for Trump to lose his hair in some sort of skewed Hollywood dignity.  I shall keep you posted.

Just as I mentioned in my last entry, I stayed in Friday night with a TLC’s What Not to Wear marathon and a bottle of pinot.  It was nice.  And although I came very close to talking myself out of it, I went to the Nocturnal Mockery art show Saturday night.  I had been lazy all day, with a repeat performance of last weekend — video games and grilled burgers.  I didn’t even get in the shower until after 7pm.  However, I’m really glad that I peeled myself from the couch if even for only a few hours.  I ended up having a really great time.

I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was right up my alley.  The show had a very punk rock vibe.  All of the artists were young, and most of them were dressed in black and had mohawks and piercings.  I surveyed quite a few hotties throughout the night, but I suppose that is beside the point.  There were a variety of themes and mediums displayed, most with dark, gothic undertones.  There were several graffiti artists present, and one was even airbrushing any and all willing participants.  DJ Pain was spinning tunes, and some of the artists and patrons put on a breakdancing show in the middle of the dance floor.  Nearing the end of the night, a fantastic belly dancer, in traditional mideastern garb, performed some quite interesting moves for the crowd, all while balancing a sword across the top of her head.  I wish I had brought my camera, but I never expected the night to be so entertaining.

I left the art show around 11:00pm, detouring through the downtown strip.  I thought about stopping in 15C for a martini before heading home, because after all, I looked amazing.  I was having a great hair day, and I was wearing the shoes — the turquoise, patent leather pumps.  In fact, earlier in the evening, a blatanly obvious gay guy ran up to me with arm candy in tow and exclaimed, "Oh, my god!  I just love your shoes!"  I, however, opted for a midnight McDonald’s run and vegged out the rest of night while watching the Style Network.  I snoozed on the couch before crawling into my bed around 4am.

Sunday was pretty uneventful.  I played UNO with a couple of guys on Xbox Live most of the afternoon.  I then spent the rest of the evening talking to Alsie about all of the amazing sex she’s having these days.  I’m officially jealous.  Perhaps I shouldn’t have dismissed the Saturday night cuties in favor of good art, after all…

Cheers,
Felina