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What still came a surprise to me was walking into a tiny bar in St. Paul called Over The Rainbow for the specific purpose of serving witness to their Wednesday night venue of lube wrestling and being subsequently asked at the door to be a participant in the weekly event.

There I was, stone-cold sober, well, not quite stone-cold, but at least sober enough to be disappointed that the man on the poster would not be an active participant in the ring, and confronted up-front with this outrageous advertising discrepancy on the brink of being enraged.

From what I can remember, the shirtless man looked like Enrique Iglesias’ head attached to an Arnold Schwarzeneggar-like body (circa 1985).

Disappointed as I was, my cohort and I decided to stay and see just who from the audience would have the cajones to get up into the miniature ring.

I was repeatedly asked to join in on the lube fun-I’m guessing because my friend and I were the youngest men there.

Being a very small, one-room bar along with the fact that gratuitous hardcore pornography was projected on the wall, the atmosphere was tense, heavy, and sweaty. Thank God for his grace and the unique and titillating idea of two-for-ones.

On top of that, I give thanks also to creepy old men who buy several of those two-for-ones and do not expect conversation in return.

Needless to say, after an estimated sixty minutes, I was ready to sign that damn health-waiver and slither my way into the ring.

My friend and I concocted a devious plot to publicly wrestle each other, therefore avoiding the touch of any fleshy, wet appendages belonging to any of the beastly patrons.

At the last minute, though, a dull song came on, souring our moods and our bravado buzz, concluding that next week would be a better time.

Soon afterward, the structured matches devolved to drunken fondling, with all present contestants simultaneously battling it out in the mini-ring.

I am still unsure of how ordered lube wrestling gave way to slippery, discombobulated groping, but in hindsight, I may have been preoccupied with the aversion of someone’s unwanted advances.

My weak grasp of time must have slipped further, and with it, my ability to comprehend what was happening in my immediate environment.

I am not quite sure when we left Over The Rainbow, but I do know that I ended up at another bar similar in theme and scope.

Though sorely disappointed once again, my night of lube-wrestling was a night to remember, even if the details get a bit sketchy at the end. I will have you know I fully intended to go back the next week to get in the ring, but, sadly, the wrestling season had ended.

Depending on your orientation or level of bravura, check it out anyway.

I have ultimately decided that sometimes it just doesn’t matter where you are but how much booze you can get for free.
Note that men’s night at Over The Rainbow is only Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night. The bar is located at 719 N Dale St. and is at 651-487-5070.