On the outside, I try to project an image of having it all together. But underneath that, I'm kind of a disaster. Hence... the name of the site: GlossyVeneer. Saturday nights have come to be a pseudo “date night” for my husband and me. We have made it a tradition to watch something from Netflix on those evenings. Not really a “date” in the sense of getting dressed up and going out on the town, but it’s something I look forward to nonetheless.
But last night we did something a little different. For a moment I was a little upset that we wouldn’t get to catch a flick like normal. He was out of town last week and he’s headed back out of town this afternoon. Then I’ll leave town for a race and work, so we’re going to be passing each other by and not spending much time together for a while. But last night’s event was fun in it’s own right.
We went to a UFC party.
Yeah, I know very little about UFC. All I know is the headquarters are here in Vegas, people beat the crap out of one another, men roll around on a bloody mat and try to make each other bleed or pass out or cry or something like that, and Joe Rogan gets to make stupid comments about things happening in the fight.
The big UFC 100 fight was on pay-per-view last night. What’s the significance of this fight? I don’t know… All I knew is that it was a chance to go hang out with friends, eat some pizza and cookies, chat with other people who didn’t really care about the fighting and let my husband watch something that is laced with testosterone.
Overall, it was a good time…
So that copy of “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” is just going to have to wait a few weeks to be screened in our home.
