On Friday night, we hung out with Baberaham Lincoln and a slew of other brawny chicks at the Ladies Arm Wrestling event held at the Tin Roof. Walking in, we felt a little intimidated, not knowing how serious the competition would be and how intense it would get when the ladies duked it out.
But that fear didn’t last long as the organizers invited everyone to participate. However tempted we were, we eventually decided not to sign up after remembering how tired our arms get just lifting a Thickburger. We would be a joke even in the brawny category, which is the ladies arm wrestling equivalent of featherweight.
As we made our way to the bar, we saw a girl knitting. Maybe it was a way to stay loose before her big match. Waiting for the bouts to begin, some of the crowd checked out the goods being raffled — dinner for two at Fast and French, a Holy City Brewing package, Sam Adams beer with a basket of random goods like a wolf mask. Others watched Sylvester Stallone’s arm wrestling movie, Over the Top, for inspiration as it played in the background.
The tournament was broken down into two categories: the brawny and the brawnier. The brawny category filled up fast, but the heavyweights took a little more time and in the end didn’t have quite as many contestants. The competition got started with Lily Slay of the Royal Tinfoil emceeing the event. “It’s time to practice your right to bare ladies arms,” she joked as the first contestants locked arms. Girls with roller derby-like nicknames approached the table in the middle of the bar that had two whoopee cushions on each side to noisily mark when a wrestler had been defeated. And some of these girls came to fight, with one stalemate lasting well over two minutes, leading Slay to quote Salt-N-Pepa’s “Push It” and in order to motivate one of the girls to push her competitor’s arm down.
Others, like Dizzy D’s match, ended in mere seconds. But the petite Dizzy D didn’t go out without some flair as she walked up to her opponent and threw her jacket on the floor to show she meant business. At least she tried.
Before the brawnier category got going, the crowd made their way to the back of the bar for some slumber party-styled leg wrestling. And during the break, the contestants refueled and rested their arms. The brawnier category didn’t take nearly as long to get through, and before we knew it, two lovely ladies took home the crowns. Kim Stone, winner of the brawnier wrestlers, and her brawny champ counterpart posed for pictures, flexing their guns.
Still trying to raise more money for hormone suppression treatments for a transgendered teen, party-goers were encouraged to challenge anyone in the crowd to a dance-off for $1 a dance. We decided to boogie our way home instead of disco dueling it out.
The next day, we headed to the Fuel Your Favorite Holiday Traditions Party. We think the rain was why it wasn’t as busy as we had hoped. And we get it. It took a lot of motivation for us to head out into the torrential downpour and hang out on the patio of Fuel, which also meant that we missed the six competitors in the gingerbread house contest. But the event did have some diehard fans who weren’t willing to let the monsoon-like weather stop them from their cookie creations. We saw two families fighting with the humidity to keep their cookie casas standing. The peppermint sticks support beams were pretty genius and tasty.
But despite the rain, the festive cheer was still being spread. We even found Santa, granted it was at the bar, as he spoke to other guests. But he did manage to wrangle one baby for a photo-op. We applaud the spirit of the attendees who made it out there, but the low attendance and weather made us hit the road pretty early.
On Sunday, we went to King Street for Third Sunday — which is the same thing as Second Sunday but on the third Sunday of the month. But this time the emphasis was on shopping more than boozing. The highlight of the whole day was the Striped Pig Distillery’s mascot, a six-month-old pig named Jackson that wore antlers and had a monogrammed leash. His owner couldn’t walk more than 50 feet without being stopped.
As we strolled down the street, it was more about staying clear of shoppers on a mission. We stopped in a few stores, but after seeing the Anthropologie line snake its way practically out the door, we thought it was time to wish the shoppers luck and call it a day.