if you mess with the bull, you get the horns.

  I was extremely suspicious when Douglas came home and announced that we'd be attending a bull fight. I agreed after grilling him on the particulars. ("Will there be blood? No? Okay.")


  The bull fight itself was pretty tame. (Thankfully) Two bulls head butt each other until one gets exhausted and surrenders. There was also a lot of fried food and Okinawan drumming. All in all, it was a good evening! 

I about peed my pants laughing. Nice horns! Our announcers for the evening!

Um, this is not a bull. 

Love him. :) 

Douglas and Mark's bullfight. :)