RARARARUMBLE
For Christmas this year, I bought my family tickets to the Royal Rumble. I heard a while back that the event was going to be in St.Louis, which is only 2 hours from nowhereville. Where is nowhereville you say? Well it’s where I was born and spent the first 5 years of my life. Fairfield, Illinois. This place is so damn small town and tiny. There’s 1 walmart, and a Mcdonalds, Pizza Hut, and Dairy Queen, which I don’t have here back home, and admittedly devoured a peanut buster parfait. YOU WIN FAIRFIELD! This place is so mega small town, that they posted in the Monday paper that I was coming and taking my parents to the Rumble. Seriously… look….
During this trip, I got to have 2 other things I can’t get. One of which is one of my all time favorite fast food joints, Steak N’ Shake. Double Chocolate shake with hot fudge and frisco melt. This place really knows how to get to a girls heart. I guess it is true, you don’t know what you got, til it’s gone. 
I had a place for breakfast in mind that I wanted to go to was closed on Monday? who the fuck is closed on Monday? So, the back up plan was Rooster, which was a half a mile down the road. With a name like Rooster, you would think that this place specializes in eggs or some shit, nope, this place specializes in crepes. If I owned a place that specialized in crepes. I’d call it, “Opps , I Crepe’d” or “I crepe’d myself”, “Crepe’d My Pants” kind of rolls off the tongue too. In case you were wondering, I didn’t get any of their million crepe options, I decided to get this mess pile of a breakfast. Wheat toast, potato hash, breakfast sausage, 2 over medium eggs and southern gravy. I stole a piece of my brothers bacon, which, sadly tasted like beef jerky drenched in oil. Not only do i like my eggs runny, I also prefer my ass to be that way as well.
I remembered that I had come to St.Louis during the Pop Punks Not Dead Tour. I took everyone to Cheeseology which has awesome mac n’ cheese. I saw my NFG buddy Chad there while we visited, He was going to the Rumble as well. SMALLLL WORLDDDD. Next door there was an awesome comic book store. It’s way weird and classy. Super modern and very art gallery-esque. The seats we had for the Rumble were awesome. There’s a trick out there for anyone who ever wants to try and buy event tickets. If you want to sit ringside. You need to buy your tickets in pairs of 2. They never sell ringside in odd numbers, because their sections are usually 6 rows of ringside with 10 seats. So even numbers is the way to go, for some reason getting more than 2 seats gives you a small chance of sitting ringside. So I had to buy 2 different sets. They were the same row, but, a section over. We sat in row 4, the thing my dad and I lucked out on, is the barricade. It angles in because of the announcers. So row 4 was really row 2, we sat DIRECTLY behind the announcers, which ALSO worked out in my favor, because all of the announcers were in the rumble. We were on tv at least 4-8 times. I kept making ridiculous faces and picking my nose, looking scared, when Booker T got called into the Rumble, I was freaking the fuck out. The DVD comes out on the 21st, can’t wait to see it. Here’s a shot someone sent me of me picking my nose.
I was able to get a couple really quick shots during the event too. My phone is a ball buster with battery life.
The next day we headed to the zoo and drove home. I don’t know what it is about vacations or going out of town, but I get tired way more easily and just want to nap. We didn’t do much else. Zoo, pizza, raw and sleep. YAY for getting old. I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to Fairfield. I would head back for a wrestling event maybe, but I think I’m going to start to get them to start coming here. It was cool to take my brother to his first big wrestling event, since my dad and I always go to Wrestlemania every year, (Not this year, boooo). The rumble is more fun to me anyway, the crowd participation on the countdowns, the surprise entrants, and not knowing what’s going to happen. Can’t wait to watch it on Blu Ray and go next year. (Maybe!)
