Irish Boxing

Friends of mine and I went to this Irish Boxing Fundraiser this past Friday. The four of us girls showed up two hours ahead of time to get good seats. Sitting in one spot for that long is difficult for me. I don't like sitting and doing nothing. However, I found a way to entertain myself by watching the characters come through the entrances. There was all shapes of people and clothed in "fashionable" ways. One common trait between the people arriving were the tattoos people displayed. On the younger people the tattoos were purely for show and looked as though they had no thought put into them whatsoever. The older people's tattoos were much the same just in a stretched out, wrinkly version. Old people's tattoos are like bar codes. The long lines and the only way to read them is if you tilt them up and read them from the long end.
Next I couldn't help but eavesdrop on other people's conversations. Yes, I know it's rude but I was not interested in the conversations the other girls were having (actually I wasn't even paying attention to what they were talking about), so I tuned into random phrases I could pick up from the surrounding people. I heard some odd, redneck, left-field phrases, such as: "'Heard your old lady broke your tractor" or "I hope uncle John can find it and hold onto it" and "But you haven't happened to notice what she's done with the back of it" I did not see where or from whom these phrases came from and quite frankly, I am glad I didn't.
During the boxing, there were your regular gut punches, right hooks, bloody noses (almost every match a guy got a bloody nose) and old men bending over gasping for air, taking their personal time out even though the bell had not yet rang. In between matches, the ring announcer would "entertain"/annoy the audience with jokes to keep from having the awkward silence. I think everyone would have preferred the awkward silence than another one of his jokes.
Then there was an auction for t-shirts. The auctioneer could ramble off the words like they were gibberish or some foreign language that has either been forgotten or has yet to be decoded. During auctions I always become extra aware of my upper limbs. It's like I become half paralyzed or paranoid with my arms. This is NOT the time to scratch your head or pick your nose. You don't know what you'll end up paying for it.