Feet people have feet problems

DISCLAIMER: This post may be shorter and less coherent than the previous ones. We just got back to hostel from WrestleMania Axxess (convention where you can see the stars, collect autographs, take pictures and see different wrestling-related stuff) and my feet are killing me. They are swollen and there are neat (feels like permanent) imprints from my sandal straps. And did I already mention they hurt?

So, let's recap the day.
It started with two drunk-out-of-their-feeble-minds dorm mates showing up to our dorm at approximately 3am. Seriously, why do drunkards always need to be so damn loud? It's not like they have anything important or interesting to say. Thank Dionysos (that's the old Greek god of wine for all you historically impaired out there) they moved out today!

The night went on quite as swell. One of our dormies proved to be quite a snorer, and his droning kept all three of us (Kenitys, Rico and myself) waking up every now and then. Also, there may or may not have been some problems with the air conditioning; all I know is I woke up for the last time at 8am, and I could have squeezed  sweat from back of my head. I made a solemn promise to get a haircut now.

A slight sidetrack to hair! Last summer I pretty much shaved my head, and decided I won't be cutting it before I'm in Miami. I have naturally wavy hair, and for three last months or so I've been trying out various ridiculous hairstyles because it's too tall and messy for any easy, remotely smart-looking ones.

So when we left to the Washington Avenue for shopping I left for the hunt of a decent barbershop. I found one, named "Hall Of Pain" and if you ever are in Miami and in need of a haircut, I can heartily recommend this one. Haircut and shave for 20$ ain't too bad, eh? I would post a picture of my current hair, but there are people I don't want to show it quite yet. Lets just say it's much shorter than it was before.

So then we went to the world famous Miami Beach.

The results were quite exquisite. The water was wonderfully warm and salty, the waves were big, and now all of us can quite relate to Sheamus's entrance theme song.

It's a shame to have a lobsterhead,
A careless man may be too well fed.
You're way too thin like some other guys,
too many limes, too many limes.

Yeah, we got sunburned, all six of us.

After we had scorched ourselves enough, it was time for the main attraction of the day: WrestleMania Axxess. It was wonderful. I got to meet(/see, I didn't get to talk to all of these) names like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan, The Great Khali, Justin Roberts, Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins (Tyler Black), Jimmy and Jey Uso, Sin Cara, Epico&Primo, Alex Riley, Rosa Mendez, Kaitlyn, Tamina, "Funkasaurus" Brodus Clay with his valets, Jack Swagger and Vickie Guerrero, Daniel Bryan, Christian, R-Truth, and...

Never mind the guy on the right, he's just a random fan.
She autographed his baby ^^

AJ! AJ! AJ! The biggest markout of the evening. I also got her autograph on my WrestleMania shirt.
The staff almost ruined the thing, because he took the shirt from me and handed it to her so, that the autograph is very low, at the... hemline? I don't know, I don't speak clothes. Still, I got to meet her and exchange a few words, which was absolutely wonderful. I had this wonderful feeling of emptiness when I walked away. You know, the one you sometimes get when you achieve something you have long been wanting to do.

Yeah, I'm twenty minutes late. Blame McDonalds, we went there after we left Axxess.