More CO BJJ training, more Munch

Tried to go for a hike this morning and ended up not making it. I stayed up till maybe 2 or so, after having gained an hour recently. The point is, I stayed up pretty damn late. I tried to sleep a little later, but couldn’t. I was wakeful anyway, and Miss Tallulah wanted me to get up and play with her. I haven’t been sleeping well; I keep staying up really late and getting up really early, and having trouble getting to sleep when I finally do try. So far I don’t think I’m any the worse for wear, though it will eventually catch up with me. But it isn’t the sleep trouble I was having a couple months ago, when I was all stressed out. This time it’s fun, excited insomnia, I think.

I arrived at the MMA class nerdishly early. (While I was waiting for class to start, I talked to my mom, who sounds really good. Hooray!) The class was supposed to start at 9:30, but nobody showed up till about then, when a handful of guys came. Again, everybody was incredibly friendly and welcoming and only became more that way. Well, everybody except this guy, who was really standoffish.

See my training blog for details about the MMA class, which turned into a no-gi class, and about the no-gi class. The short of it is that it was another great time, and I’m looking forward to training with those guys again—and I think they will be happy to see me again too.

As I mentioned, Mike Nickels showed up later. I got a chance to chat with him a little and, of course, get a picture. Again, one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet. I freaking LOVE this sport.

Next week I’ll train at Mauricio Zingano’s and Amal Easton’s academies and then go back to David’s. Mauricio is good friends with David and sometimes teaches at his academy; he also has his own that I will check out.

Later in the day it was back to the dog park, where we hung out with Daisy, Munch, Holly, and Michael again. Turns out Michael, who wanted me to use his full name, Michael Street, is a stand-up comedian. A pretty funny one, too. Among other things, he writes bits about Munch.

And after today, he’s gonna have a lot more material. Let’s put it this way: Munch does not have any inter-species hang-ups. Lacey, Holly, Michael and I were hanging out by the lake again while Tallulah played tug of war with Daisy and Munch tried to hump Tallulah. Well, eventually, I got tired and sat down, and eventually, Munch got fickle. He started to hang out by me, I petted him, one thing led to another, and then he tried to hump my arm. Repeatedly. I got mad that he didn’t even offer to buy me dinner first, so I stood up. But then he tried to hump my leg. Repeatedly.

Lacey, Holly, and Michael can attest to this: I tried to walk away from him, and he got on his hind legs, wrapped his front ones around my calf, and humped while I dragged my foot. He followed me to the bathroom. I carried him around for a while to try to get him to stop humping my leg, and then when I put him down, he tried to hump my leg again.

As Shakespeare would say, here is some ocular proof of my violation:

The thing that sucks the worst is that I’ll probably never hear from him again now that he got what he wanted. And now things between me and Tallulah are strained.

Tomorrow Lacey, Tallulah and I are going to drive to Crested Butte and Aspen to hike and drink Fat Tire beer. Tonight I’m going to cry myself to sleep over Munch.