We stopped by the Urtels' house beforehand, which was Angie-less as she was preparing to whoop some major Killmore Girls booty in the bout. Maya did get a few licks in from their eleven-year-old pup Bear. We went to Chatterbox Pub and had local soda and I satisfied a days-old craving for mashed potatoes.
(Maya is sporting a sweater made by my mother made entirely of sock yarn; she has a matching pair of pants and socks and they are adorable and wonderful and perfect. The first pair of socks that seems to fit her exactly right! And I've always wanted a knit pair of pants for her. And the sweater! It fits her so perfectly and has this sweet little cable going up either side... I also am in love with blues and blue-greys...)
There were two musical acts--the pre-game warmup was Savage Aural Hotbed, a "found object" band, mostly percussive, some creating sparks. (Halftime was the less-enjoyed Koo-Koo Kangaroo, accurately billed as a blend of Beastie Boys and Sesame Street, though without either's charm.)
Maya's dear friend Olivia brought her family. My poetess friend Opal came and brought a friend. My old high school friend Chris, who has become good friends with Angie, also came with a friend. Lane and much of his family and other friends were there. Last year, it was just the Kiefers and the Urtels straining to figure out what on earth was going on down there and now we're a great pack in the stands. I picked up three shirts, one for each of us and another for my former student Brianna who has come to the last two bouts with Freak Squad splayed across the back.
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