Easter? I hardly know ‘er!
Ok, so if you know anything about me, you know that that running Michael Scott “I hardly know ‘er” joke is one of my favorite things to beat to death. (And let me tell you, I LOVE beating a good joke to death until it’s not funny anymore.) This take on it is kind of fun because this blog post is not only about Easter Sunday, but it’s also about our time spent in EAST Nashville!
Anyway, moving on from patting myself on the back for this blog post title…
I’ve been asking myself a lot of questions lately. Why did I spend $100 at Margaritaville on Broadway? Why did my husband bet all his money on Arkansas basketball? And most recently: How did I end up at amateur wrestling on Easter? And also: Why is the MC crying?
Sean has major FOMO, and as a result, we’ve had a lot of experiences already in our first few months in Nashville. Over the course of one weekend, we found ourselves at a Taylor Swift violin concert (my idea) one night and Monster Jam (Sean’s idea) the next. Any time he sees anything remotely interesting, he wants to be there. And the same was true for wrestling. He just didn’t realize it was Easter…at first. (I think he was actually more interested in attending after learning that it was happening on Easter Sunday.)
I’m glad he is the way he is because if it was just me here I’d probably just sit around the house doing nothing. (I still do a lot of sitting around. I finished Love is Blind 2 and Ultimatum like it was nothing, and I’m on what feels like year 3 of Married at First Sight 14.)
Still, any time anyone asked me what we were doing for Easter, I would just say, “Oh, I think we’ll just lay low. Host a brunch. Keep it classy.” If we were in a sitcom, this would be followed by a cutaway to me chanting, “SHE IS RISEN,” as Billie Starkz pops back up from a major hit from AC Mack to get another body slam in. (As you can see from the below video, this didn’t end well, and Billie ended up losing.)
Yes, I went through the trouble of uploading this video to Vimeo so that I could share it here because IT IS GOLD.
We had a good time overall, but it did start out a little awkward. The MC got up and said, “Five years,” and took a beat to wipe a tear before continuing. His wife/girlfriend/friend(?) filmed the whole thing (one-handed, of course, because she needed the other hand to wipe her tears away). Everyone in the crowd was overcome with emotion and kept shouting, “We love you, Jesse! You got this, Jesse!” To which, he kept replying, “This is hard, guys. This is so hard.”
Now, I know a thing or two about ✨sports✨ so I know that wrestling is as fake as the Easter bunny. Surely, this was all just part of the theatrics. I turned to some friends and said, “Is this part real?” And I was assured it was. We never did find out why everyone was so emotional, but from what we could gather, Jesse has been running this show for five years but has decided it’s time to pass the proverbial torch and retire.
Anyway, it got a lot more fun when he stopped crying and the wrestling started. That was probably also due in part to my second vodka soda. They had a bunch of merch available for purchase, and it took everything in me not to buy a shirt. I was coveting two of them: one that said “Two Hundred Pounds of Tennessee Sunshine” and one that said “Petty in Pink”. The Petty in Pink guy was my favorite. He did a hybrid twerk/worm to enter the arena and, in true Nashville progressive fashion, planted a few kisses on his opponent.
Overall, we had a good time, but I don’t know that we’ll be following them on tour any time soon. (Well, Sean might.) What I do know is that if Sean does follow them on tour, Jesse will no longer be the MC. That was clear.