Saturday night as I mentioned in the Cyrsti's Condo "Sunday Edition"- a bunch of us went to an amateur boxing event in downtown Dayton, Ohio.
First of all, let me try to explain the physical set up. The ring itself for lack of a better term sat against the back wall in a space under a parking garage over hang. Chairs surrounded the ring in a semi circle with a beer truck on the left, and food concessions on the right (including the rest rooms.) Of course we ended up sitting on the left side.
As it turned out, just before the boxing matches began, Liz and I thought a trip to the restrooms would be a good idea - so we did. We headed along the semi circle aisle to the other side. I am sure the trip wasn't the mile and a half it felt like and I wasn't the visual cannon fodder to every woman in the seats behind me. On the other hand, I kept telling myself "shoulders back and chest out."
I found two things out for certain-the trip was not a mile and I survived.
As far as being "cannon fodder?" I'm used to that!!!! I was busy looking for any other transgender women watching the event.