2 posts tagged “saturday”

Wonderful, relaxing saturday.

Although I was up before 8. My mind is still in "Oh shit, I'm late for work"-mode with the sun coming up around 4 am. Not a whole lot of sleeping was done since I woke up in the middle of the night to feel a huge pressure in my knees. So I spent a few hours awake waiting for that midnight painkiller to kick in.

Anyway. The day was all that much better. Wonderful sunshine from the early hours gave me a few relaxing hours in the sun before Bea came over. When she came we spent the day making food, watching movies and looking extremely stupid in various face-masks made to rejuvenate pretty much everything there is in a human being.

Later in the evening a nice walk, sitting on a cliff, watching the ocean and gossiping about how both our men just don't get the concept of toiletbrush. Here's a toilet, there's a brush, what to do what to do?

I completely ignored the few language things I have to go through with my thesis before tuesday but I haven't felt this relaxed in a long while. And my face is now about -5 years. Wonderful!

We went to see The Cage vol. 10 Neoblood yesterday. Ultimate figthing, that is. Fun was had by all.

The fist 4 fights were over in half an hour due to for technical or normal knock-outs. Kinda cool but it became a little hilarious when we looked at a guy in the -65kg series riding the other fighter, strangling him until he gave up. It took a helluva long time and it eventually looked like a scene from a Jim Carrey-movie with the losing guy trying to grab the winning one but not quite reaching him.

But the best part, my favourite, was the screams. People screamed directions and whatever came to their mind at the fighters. The best one:

"Feed him fist!"

And then there were others designed to encourage the fighters and remind them what they were there to do, like:

"hit him in the face!". You know, in case they forgot.

"Get out from under there!". While they had been tackled and the other guy was on top of them punching, strangling or whatever. Just so that they wouldn't get the impression that they would win the fight by being on the ground and getting their face punched in.

"Hit him!".So that they'd remember that it was not cool to be semi/totally unconscious and have their ass handed to them.

And the best part was when the fighters greet each others at the beginning of the fight, by high-fiving each other with the gloves or whateve: "You didn't come here to shake his hand boy, now feed him some fist!"

So I started to ask Sami how much he'd pay me if I wouldn't take a very loud liking to the swedish fighters (yelling go, sweden! is a sure way of getting into a fight here), howl at the Everlast-girl or start yelling "Liverhook! Liverhook!" with all I've got.

I'm now up a pair of Everlast women's shorts.

The only disappointment was the main event of the evening. It was between Jarkko "the nordic sledgehammer" latomäki and Furdjel de Windt of the netherlands. And let me just say, The Nordic Sledgehammer behaved more like The Nordic Anvil. They just cuddled each other for 3x5minutes.

Blah.