Now that's more like it.
After a boring first day with no wrestling, day two is looking up. Mr. X - let's just call him Mr. X - came over to my hotel this morning and we wrestled and wrestled. There was sweat. There were straining muscles. There was gratuitous flexing. There was trash talk. I had a blast.
That, my friends, is why I paid my fifty cents for this roller coaster ride we call life. I wanted some fun. And I got it.
By the way, Mr. X is quite a handsome guy. He looks good in a singlet and out, if you know what I mean.
But even better than all that, he's a nice guy and I had a good time. If my trip had to end right there, it would be fine. But there appears to be more in store.