Put another way: Happy Memorial Day!
I was feeling a bit down that I had several days of the weekend to look forward to with no plans in sight. Then wwhazz called drunkenly on Friday night to inform me that dinner and UFC were being provided free of charge at his place on Saturday. I fired up southwest.com and booked my flight then and there.
Long story short: we watched UFC and got it in our heads that we should fight. I had wwhazz in a side mount, trying to get a rear mount and I had him almost locked into a choke. He wriggled out and got my ankle. He started to apply the famous Wirkus Anklelock and I was trying to escape when he turned my leg sideways and a loud POP came from my knee.
So I crawled around on the floor and laughed and laughed and laughed. I honestly didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Luckily medical staff were on hand to help, but I had to ditch my pantaloons so they would diagnose. I think doktor fancyface thought it was a micro-tear of my bugaboo. Not sure, but soon enough I was back to drinking Miller Lites out of a sippy cup. I also passed out for a little bit and they put dog treats all over me; I was being assaulted by Dutty when I came to.
I had ordered bellygirl to buy a bottle of Jameson for Saturday night, but I never drank any so I felt bad. The next day we were watching the Brewer game on the wirkus’ teeny tiny computer monitor and I fixed myself up a good cup o Jameson. It made the painful throbbing in my knee go down at least 13 micronotches.
Lunch included sushi and an odd desert in which ice cream is injected directly into a pound cake, then the whole shebang is tempura-fried. Then that whole shebang is covered in raspberries and strawberries. Delish.
kids: if you’re going to pretend to be ultimate fighters, make sure you stretch first.