the ocean

I went to an ultimate fighting event (match? contest? extravaganza?) on Friday. If you are thinking this does not sound like something I would do, you are correct, but it was for my friend's bachelor weekend and I am, of course, an incredibly supportive and amazing friend. Also I figured I might enjoy sweaty topless men grappling with one another, and I was not wrong. It was actually quite entertaining to watch them try to murder one another, though I understood none of the rules and was frequently out of the arena getting food or alcohol. And speaking of that, the drinks were appropriately strong given that each of them cost $30. The food, meanwhile, seemed to somehow be affiliated with Shaquille O'Neal, judging from the fact that it came with something called "Shaq sauce." Though I suppose it's possible that's referring to the New Zealand singer Shaquille Paranihi-Ngauma. Regardless, the sauce was rather delicious and I wish it nothing but the best. 

We also rented a boat and went out on the lake yesterday for this bachelor extravaganza, to a little area known as "The Playpen," which is a hotspot for youths with enough money to film their Instagram reels on min-yachts. Also for accidental drownings and, on at least one occasion, accidental foot severings, but who is counting? We remained on the boat and with all of our body parts intact, however, and it was a beautiful day for sun and mild competition over playlists. Plus, there was dip, so who could complain? Well, there's always someone who can complain, but the trick is just to leave them stranded on the shore.