Happy Monday, Everybody! I hope that everyone is well and that you all got lots of writing done this weekend??? If not, sending good vibes your way for an uber successful week.
So. I’m taking a brief moment from the black hole commonly known by writers as revisions to tell you all about my weekend. I’m also veering off of my scheduled list of blog topics to tell you guys about No Sleep Saturday.
Some of you might be surprised to know this, but I’m a huge MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) fan. Like, seriously. It started when my husband and I lived in San Jose. While channel surfing one night, I accidentally stumbled across what, at the time, appeared to be two men—wearing just their drawers, ya’ll—wrestling (or as we say back home, “wrassling”). But this was different from regular wrestling. Nobody came into the ring and slammed a chair over somebody’s head. There was blood on the mat. And lots of it. They were on that floor grappling like one of them had found the very last chocolate donut on the planet and the other guy wanted it for himself. And one of the guys had blood pouring from his eye. But they kept fighting! (But if I knew the last chocolate donut was at stake, I’d fight too, ya’ll). I know this might sound gory to some of you, but it was so exciting to watch because of the unpredictability of the match and the athleticism of the fighters. And when I found out that girls fought, too? They had me, honey.
So fast forward to this past Saturday and UFC 197. For those of you not familiar with the sport, this fight was a huge deal because Jon Bones Jones, who is considered by many to be the best fighter in the world, returned to fighting after 15 months. Side note: those people who consider Jones to be the best fighter in the world obviously do not know about my cousin, Keshia, A.K.A. Desert Storm, who, in high school, was voted most likely to knock a motherf*cker out. But I digress.
Anyhoo, Bones’ return was a huge freaking deal, but another fighter stole the show that night: Demetrious “Mighty Mouse” Johnson. He fought a wrestler named Henry Cejudo. I may not know much about the technicalities of the sport, but Demetrious whupped that boy like he stole something. It was such an exciting fight! And what do you think happened after the fight? I was up, on Twitter, looking at some of the comments from fans–and so hyped I couldn’t sleep. So my naive behind said, “Well, since I’m up, I might as well watch Lemonade,” Beyoncé’s visual album featured on HBO. Now why I did that??? My can’tsleepness went from about 75% to 175%! Why, you ask? Because as the kids say, “This album is lit.” Disclaimer: I’m a HUGE Beyoncé fan. Her family is from my hometown, New Iberia, so it’s very likely that we’re cousins. Just sayin’…
So since Beyoncé and I might be cousins, I’m probably biased, but I loved all the songs and visuals from the new album, so much so that I had to go to Twitter–again!–and see what other fans were saying. All the fans were just as captivated as I was, and No Sleep Saturday quickly morphed into No Sleep Sunday. And since both Beyoncé and Demetrious decided that they were going to be out here on these streets snatching people bald, it is very likely that I will have to spend the rest of the week applying Jamaican Black Castor Oil to my edges.
Who said life was gone be easy???
What about you guys? Any other MMA or Beyoncé fans? What are some of your interests aside from writing? I’d love to hear your thoughts!