A: An annoyed mama that couldn't wait to get back home.
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This image is what I was subjected to for all of Saturday night. I know what you're thinking... Buff men + That One Mom = Hella Good Time.... NO! Seriously, I could think of 875 OTHER things I would enjoy doing on a night off of work. But for the love of The Man, I drove 3.5 hours to Des Moines (Did I mention I had driven 6.5 hours the day prior?) with two other couples to see his friend fight in an MMC Championship fight.
Honestly, I don't really get the whole mixed martial arts thing. I truly thought that the first rule of Fight Club was you don't talk about Fight Club. The best I can tell, someone talked about Fight Club, put them in a cage, and sold tickets. The guys, on the other hand, had a blast. There was a whole lot of hooting and hollering along with yelling and jeering. Most fights were pretty one-sided, but a couple had to be decided by judges. That was confusing. At no point did I see points being given for different moves like in wrestling or sparring, but at the end, judges declared a winner.
Sadly, The Man's friend lost his fight, but was excited that his opponent requested a rematch.
Fortunately, the friends slept the majority of the ride home and last night I was able to sleep in my own bed! Yay!
