Saturday night Mexican Wrestling made its way to the Bay Area and, since I’m never one to miss out on a totally ridiculous (and free) event, I headed over to the Pavilion with ML and jparks to check it out.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but I can now report that Mexican Wrestling is the most awesome sport ever played in the history of man. It’s like watching the 3 Stooges if they were on steroids, with a lot of drama mixed in. Not that I have any clue what the drama was about since it was all in Spanish, but that didn’t hinder my enjoyment of the event.

The general plot to each fight was some bad dudes vs. some good dudes. And sometimes the good dudes were little people. (They weren’t quite midgets, but they weren’t full sized people either. Is little people the PC term for this condition?) Or sometimes they were girls. Or sometimes the girls were boys in drag and therefore the best wrestler of the night!

Now I know you’re jealous that you weren’t there to experience this magical event with me, which is why I’m going to take you on a photographic journey through Lucha Libre. Please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times and do not exit the ride until your car has come to a complete stop.

Let’s get ready to rumble!

The wrestlers wear those masks for real. Well, some do and some just paint their faces. Because nothing says fear quite like a painted face.

See, MIDGETS! err, I mean LITTLE PEOPLE!

The next fight confused me at first. Two sisters came out and it was obvious they were going to battle. Then a dude came out. Then Pimpinela Escarlata came out. I was all “wait, so one team is two girls and they have to fight a girl and a guy?!? That’s not fair!” But the 10 year old behind us quickly cleared up my confusion by explaining that Pimpinela was a transgender wrestler (his words!). Here is my photo essay ode to Pimpinela:

Got to love her sparkly cape. No outfit is complete without one.

You can’t really tell, but her outfit was basically a bathing suit.

Seriously, how does their makeup not get messed up?

This guy came out and did a little strip tease. And I love that he had his mirror so he could admire himself too.

But sexy cowboy wrestler had nothing on Super Porky!

Do yourself a favor and good look at this on in the large size. You will not regret it although you might have some weird dreams later on:

There are a few more pictures that I’m not posting here because we need to move onto the main event: VIDEO!

This one starts slow, but once you get about halfway into it the real magic starts. ML called it ballet for guys and I can’t help but agree.

Untitled from regan parks on Vimeo.

Eventually the fighting got out of hand and it became a free-for-all. What I loved about this event was that it was packed with families with young kids and yet the wrestlers were flipping off the crowd and possibly yelling obscenities. You can see the Silence of the lambs guy climb on the ropes and flip the crowd off in this video:

Untitled from regan parks on Vimeo.

Oh my god, SO REAL!

Untitled from regan parks on Vimeo.

The other good thing to come out of Lucha Libre besides me having a new favorite sport? I so know what jparks will be for Halloween! Just call him Pimpinela Escarparks.

If you have time for one more video I suggest this one. The skeleton dude prances around quite a bit for a wrestler. This whole match was way more of a comedy skit than a wrestling match, but I don’t think I actually got lot of it taped.

My Flip video camera arrived this week (a day before the newer model was released. Of course, because that’s just my damn luck) and I must say I’m both smitten and repulsed by it.

I thought the best way to welcome the Flip into our family would be to make a sex video of jparks and I. Kidding. Seriously. I swear I wouldn’t do that to anyone including myself. But what I did attempt to do is make an MTV Cribs style home tour for our family and friends far away. It started outside of our house with a brief introduction from me. It ended not long after that. Actually I did complete a couple of tour videos of the whole house (shoe pile included!) but when I went back and watched them I couldn’t hit the delete button fast enough.

It turns out video is much more honest than still pictures. All the tricks you can use for photographs: tilting your chin upwards, standing at an angle, do not work for video and actually make you look like a total idiot. And then there was my voice. Oh my god, it’s like fingernails on a chalkboard. I sound like southern hick meets valley girl. WTF?? How do you people that know me in real life listen to me talk? Do you just zone me out and I’ve never noticed? I really can’t blame you if you do.

After trying a couple of different takes on the home tour I gave up. And instead I present you this:

That would be Lily freaking out at Tangi because she was on the coffee table, inching toward my dinner. Exciting I know. But hey, at least it’s not jparks and I having the sex.

(Bonus question for the geeks: the quality of this video turned to crap once I put it on youtube. When I watch it from the original file on my computer the quality is much better. Why is this? What can I do to make the quality better?)

I’ve been kinda busy painting my toe nails and eating Cinnamon Buns ice cream which is why the posts have been infrequent. Trust me, if you go buy that ice cream your life will quickly come to a halt as you spend every moment you have savoring its tastiness.

So, in order to put something on my little corner of the interweb I give you this:

If flickr weren’t down right now, you would also have a delightful picture of Whitney from her surprise birthday party. It’s an awesome picture, be sure to check back for it tomorrow…

I managed to survive another trapeze lesson with no accidents. But then today, while working, I fell down some stairs and hurt my wrist.

So let’s recap: flying through the air, 30 feet above the ground, while holding onto a thin bar, good. Walking down a flight of stairs slowly, while holding the handrail, bad.

And here is a video of jparks making his catch:

And you can find video of me falling into the net and some pictures of me flying through the air here

1. Justin can really dance. I mean, I knew he could dance, but seeing him live made me realize he can really dance

2. Teenage girls, when put into one arena, can form a scream-like noise that will crawl into your head and leave a mark forever visible on cat scans. You’ll be 80 years-old and the doctors will know that you once went to a Justin Timberlake concert.

3. Teenage girls, when given the chance to be under the same roof as Justin Timberlake, will dress as skanky as humanly possible. You know, just in case he wanders off the stage, past the floor crowd, and into the cheap seats, these 13 year-old will be ready to seduce him.

4. My small digital camera has video capabilities. Really crappy video capabilities, but video capabilities none the less.

5. I can’t hold a video camera steady.

6. Even from a distance, Justin Timberlake is hot.

Frickin’ laser beams: