Backstage

I had a dream where the birds visited me. End of dream.

I went to a free NWA taping today on the border of my town and Matt's town, the same border that Matt lives on, though he's in Japan for the next year. I was on my way to the back of the long ass line that curved around the building when my old pro-wrestling buddy Caesar, who has some kind of higher up role in the company, spotted me and told me to follow him. Hence, I got a good seat inside before anyone was let in. Then I saw my old buddy, Dane, a former pro-wrestler, for the first time in years. I got to meet his wife and 13-month-old son, Dane, Jr.

RYAN: That's so cool she was cool with [naming him after you]!
DANE: Yeah, so even if she decides to leave me, she's still stuck with me.

And then when everyone was let inside while I was still in the long line for the single toilet restroom, after the drainage of urine, Caesar let me bypass everyone again by sneaking me through the backstage where all the wrestlers were out-of-character and through the wrestlers' entrance ramp to get back to my seat. It reminded me of that scene in Neil Gaiman's American Gods where Norse god, Odin, and the protagonist go "backstage," or beyond being perceived by mortal senses, to escape bad guys.

CAMERAMAN: Do you check out the PWG shows?
RYAN: Yeah.
CAMERAMAN: Do you wear a Taylor Swift shirt?
RYAN: (Laughing) Yeah.
CAMERAMAN: Do you do that on purpose?
RYAN: Yeah, I do. I have a theme where I'll wear the most emasculating shirt at the most testosterone-fueled events.
CAMERAMAN: It's clever! People will recognize you because you know no one else will have that shirt while there's, like, eighty people wearing the new CM Punk shirt.

I snuck into Church in the afternoon at the last few minutes so that mommy would believe I was there the whole time. The jackoffable chick who helps serve Communion is renewed in my database.

Mommy and I picked up my new glasses at the mall. They're red for a change. It turns out that what I've erroneously been referring to as "Waba Teriyaki Grill" this whole time is actually called "Waba Grill Teriyaki House." We ate dinner at Waba Grill Teriyaki House, finally trying it for the first time. Unfortunately, the chick who was more jackoffable as a blond before she dyed her hair dark brown, though the dark brown is slowly starting to grow on me, wasn't working. I had a Steak-Chicken plate with raspberry iced tea. It was all right, but mommy wishes we went to Cheesecake Factory instead.

We had dessert at Pinkberry. Mine was a mini-sized pomegranate flavor with toppings of pomegranate seeds, mochi, and blueberries while mommy got mango flavor with mango toppings.