Sensationally Sumo

What better to do on a crisp winter evening mid-week than watch the sunset over Cypress mountain, the full moon rise over Hollyburn, and sumo wrestle my boyfriend on his 31st birthday in the kitchen?

It was a sweaty, smelly, huffing, and puffing good time.

Here's how it unfolded in pictures:

I was suited up when the unsuspecting victim arrived home.

Immediately, he took the upper hand.

I came back with a wicked body slam.

We both ended up on the ground unable to get up.


Then, when I got all hot and sweaty, I took off the suit, pulled out my rusty WWF moves from the 80s, and took him down again:

It was bliss.