Do you ever marvel at how talented your friends are?
Honestly, I’ve got no hope for the contrary. My life is inundated by clever, creative and industrious folk. I say this en route to my friend’s colossal steel standing swing: The Moon Shot. It’s a marvelous contraption that lets you swing 360° around the bar. Last time I went over backwards. Exceptionally physically demanding, it’s also a process to put together. Dude went down to Salt Lake City to fabricate the steel with one of his mates, and it’s essentially a stack of large bits o’ steel. Heavy as fuck. All brought together by a comprehensive understanding of maths and physics.
Last night my girlfriend and I had the treat of seeing a show our friend directed. Avengerdale: The Age of Archie. An insane crossover between, of course, The Avengers and Riverdale. Oddly enough, it’s not the first Archie/Marvel crossover.. Anyone remember Archie vs The Punisher? Oh it happened. The 90s were a hell of a time.
The show was a fucking riot. The plot somehow made sense, the jokes were great and the cast knocked it out of the fucking park. Some enormous voices in there. Oh, did I mention it was a musical? The theatre group were the Queens Players, a troupe assembled from former Queens University alumni. The show, however, had an open audition. My girlfriend and I both auditioned, didn’t get the parts but loved what we’d read so much we couldn’t wait to see it live. Watching the show, there was no contest. The actors were excellently cast and put together a stellar ensemble performance. All put together with earnest affection for the two IPs. It was all there: Jughead’s overwrought monologues, Bruce Banner wielding a dildo, Stan Goddamn Lee. The best part was the spirit of the show. It was rowdy as fuck. A bunch of calls and responses kept the crowd on the friendly heckle plan. The songs were well chosen and the band kicked ass. There are still three more performances. If you’re in Toronto, look it up and get there. Tell ’em Large Marge sent ya.
Oof. I just got back from Moon Shot and it was a wild ride. I accidentally broke a cinder block with a hammer and had a mild accident on the Moon Shot. I mean, at least I got the loop. I went up twice and was nowhere near as exhausted as last time. It’s technique, physics and all that. I also did my first ever double loop. Unfortunately, it was backwards. On the second loop I had maybe five whole seconds stalled at the top. It was unbelievable. After everyone who wanted to try it out had a go, I took a second shot. My friend had shown me my previous swing and where my technique was lacking. I took it to heart, pushed my hips like I was doing an Olympic lift and I swung with all the fuck I had. I looped. THREE TIMES IN A ROW. It was unbelievable and such a rush. After the third I knew it was time to come down. I relaxed, but too quickly and my wrist straps slipped. In my squat, my ankles swung back. It hurt. A lot. I came down and grabbed the ice right away. Lots of bruising, but nothing feels broken or twisted. My wrist especially is a little messy, but she’ll be right as rain in a few days.
It’s one thing to leave the atmosphere, but jeez re-entry is a bitch.