Saturday, August 22, 2009

Viva Lucha Libre

All over town were posters promoting Lucha Libre coming to San Pancho and the second Jeremy saw one of the posters he was all over it. Names like "Mascarita Sagrada y La Parkita vs. Nino Suicida y Chavo Santana" and "Loco Gonzalez y Muerte Negra vs. La Sombra y Kimbar Jr" had Jeremy so psyched that he bought tickets the minute he could find them. You could buy ring-side seats or bleacher seats and of course we splurged for the ring-side seats--and they were worth it!

It was almost more fun watching and listening to the crowd yell and taunt the wrestlers then it was to watch the wrestlers themselves. These were definitely amateur luchadoras that still needed to perfect their theatrical moves and timing to make such an event believable, but they played to the crowd, even yelling back with some provocative taunts that young children shouldn't hear!

This was definitely one of the best nights we've had so far in San Pancho. We had good company all around us and got to experience Mexican wrestling at it's finest. Cheap tickets, cold Modelo beer, and Jeremy getting his picture taken with the shortest wrestler there and the "devil dog." Priceless!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Surfing is on...

After numerous conversations with friends about the type of surfboard to buy for a beginner, Jeremy threw all of that advice out the window and bought the first great deal that presented itself.

Now, beginners are taught on a longer board which is supposed to be easier to stand up on. And Jeremy knew this and even rented a long board in Sayulita to confirm it. So when he came back from his morning walk with the dogs one day and busted through the door and said "I've found a surf board to buy." my first question was "how long is the board?" He immediately said that size doesn't matter, it's the price of the board that's too good to pass up and fought his case. We argued for about an hour and I finally caved and he rushed out to buy it.

My first thought when he walked in the door was that he's going to kill himself. I was expecting a 9' board and he walked in with a 6' 8" board!

His first time out he struggled to even sit on the board because it's so short. He kept getting knocked off when he'd try to paddle through a wave and he didn't even get out far enough to catch one that day. I must admit I sat on the beach a giggled at him the whole time. The next morning he couldn't even lift his arms because they were so sore from paddling. So, for the next few weeks he took his board out and just practiced sitting on it and paddling through waves. And now, he's finally able to catch a few! It will take many years for him to master surfing on this board, but he's determined enough to do it--and I'm proud of him for that.