Capoeira class today: Andres, Jesse II, Diana, Louis, Carlito, Angel and the usual little kids on Friday. Today was the little kids' last day as they were signed up through a program by the park's recreation center. I walked in late and stretched by myself. My splits are starting to come back!
DIANA: You're more flexible than me! And I'm a girl! I'm supposed to be more flexible!
The 1st and only combo drilled: Meia lua de frente (front arch kick), armada (spin kick), and au (cartwheel).
We split the roda (circle of people) into 2. Carlito, Angel and I each selected 2 random little kids to form our own roda. The only 2 moves allowed were au and cabecada (headbutt). The contest: To sing louder than the other roda. My roda won. The prize: The other roda had to do push-ups for us!
ANDRES: Feel free to point and laugh at them!
My roda pointed and laughed at them.
RYAN: (sarcastically) Ho, ho, ho. Tee, hee, hee.
The 2nd round: It was even. Then we reunited into 1 roda, but every game was still a "big boy" versus a little kid.
Then the little kids went home, but Vanessa stayed because she's big enough. There was a lot of tension, but good energy. Jesse II and Carlito had a match that was like straight out of a martial arts movie. I landed 2 kicks on Diana when she hesitated. Angel's foot got stuck on my shoulder when he kicked a martelo (roundhouse), so I went for the sweep. Later, Angel took me down. Then I jokingly uppercutted his groin when he kicked another martelo. Then I faked a quexiada, but snapped up my heel into his groin.
ANDRES: What the hell was that?
RYAN: Was it cool?
ANDRES: No!
Vanessa started crying. At 1st, we accused Diana of kicking her too hard because she was the last one in there with her. But it turned out that it was Carlito, who played her before Diana did, who went too hard on her. A mini-lecture ensued.
RYAN: I promise no more crotch-shots.
ANGEL: That's poison!
RYAN: I hope we're good.
ANGEL: We're good, we're good.
Then we got sidetracked like a motherfucker. We were supposed to introduce ourselves to Vanessa to make sure she knew all our names. Louis went 1st. Then Angel. I was 3rd.
RYAN: Jacob. No, it's Ryan.
Andres was then able to tell Vanessa is a Twilight fan. And that's when we never came back to our original subject. Andres went on a tangent about how the books were better than the movie adaptations and why. But he blamed getting sidetracked on us!
ANDRES: You guys go off on so many tangents and I have to defend myself on so many different angles ...
EVERYONE: [talking all at once]
LOUIS: This all started when Ryan said his name's Jacob ...
RYAN: Don't remind him!
ANDRES: The point is that society is superficial.
[Everyone has a WTF look on their faces, even me]
ANDRES: All people care about are like those teens in the movies, caring about what you have and what you look like, that they don't care about who you are ...
[Diana goes to sit down]
ANDRES: And my mestre would lecture us for 3 hours if he saw something like that (Diana leaving to sit). And he would be right-- Well, not right about making us sit for 3 hours, but blah, blah, blah (at Vanessa) But that's why we call him (me) Jacob.
Wow. Just ... wow. End of class. Louis actually snapped at Andres for yelling at him about what to do while he was in the roda earlier. Andres revealed he didn't play because his small toe might be broken.
Went to the Red Robin to renew Jazz in my database. I discreetly jerked myself just one time to celebrate victory. Her bangs usually fall to the left, but it looked emo today. I ran into Saul at the In-N-Out. Came home to watch WWE Smackdown.
Now I'm just watching Spartacus: Blood and Sand and Xena ... er, Lucy Lawless ... is showing her tits. Now there's a softcore porn scene. Now a child heir to royalty is about to get laid. Oh happy day!
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