Party On

On Wednesday Sean said, "I just got some news that's going to make your weekend." Our landlady is installing a bathtub? No. "But there's another big festival this weekend, at the Iglesia de San Diego."

So on Friday night we bundled up (getting cold here now) and headed out to the church. First, we did a circuit to check out the offerings: food (churros, pizza, potato chips, some kind of stew, elotes, more churros), games (foosball, arcade games), and rides (kiddie cars, carousel, plus a ride that had the Savior painted on it and, aptly, lifted the riders up into the air on neon wings (La Ascención-Arama?)).

We fueled up on churros and hit the foosball first. That was fun, and we played for longer than I have ever played. Just as we began to consider the possibility of a carpal-tunnel epidemic within the family, we were drawn away from the table by the announcement of the main entertainment in front of the church: the lucha libre!

El Gato attacks! 

Filled with religious fascination, the boys watched
the fight between El Gato and Abuelito.

The church formed the backdrop
for the fierce cat-on-grandpa action.

Incredibly, one of the fighters had to be carried out of the ring! Dios mío! 

Later, inspired by comic violence, we hit the shooting gallery. We were all such good shots we drew a (small)(and short-statured) group of admirers. In the interest of fairness, two videos: the first is of one of Oscar's shot; the second is of one of Wilhelmina's.

The rest of the weekend, we went to three different birthday parties. We must be hitting our social stride. 

This is a picture of one of the luchadores
being carried away. But it also represents
the experience of having been to
three parties in one weekend!
A blurry, groovy feeling.