Jello Wrestling and more

Last week I went to a bar called Arlene's Grocery on the lower east side with my friend Marta to watch her friends "El Jezel" perform. Well, they were also performing as Jello wrestling was occurring. Yes, Jello wrestling. Female Jello wrestling. Amateur Female Jello wrestling. It was okay, though the matches went on way too long and some of the girls were not that hot. But they were all actors, which meant that everything was done with a wink to the audience, which I hate. Too much self-awareness combined with no time limit on the matches makes for boring copy. Another weird thing was that there was a French Journalism team there. Yeah, I don't know either. Anyway, the female producer was so bored and hot. She had unbuttoned her sweater to get some air, only she unbuttoned the lowest two and exposed her navel...for some reason I kept laughing at the pink knit sweater on this bored french lady with a pair of sunglasses on her head. Aside from that I learned two things: one: all jello is not equal, this stuff was a crystallized jell-like substance and two: I had a crush on the brown bunny.
During the second wrestling set, Marta and I stepped out to another bar to get a drink. On the way there, I ran into Megan Czechko (I can never spell her name right) from Sell this House! I can't believe I ran into her on the street...she was going to some swank party. She is so sleek looking! That's why New York is so cool--it's so large, yet you run into the same people all the time.
For more information, go to jellowrestle.com at your convenience.