Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined my life would take such a dramatic shift in less than a week. In my wildest dreams I could not have fathomed a reason why on Saturday night/Sunday morning I would wake up at 3 am. Take two different trams for a total 30 minutes travel time, scale a mountain, and finally arrive at my friend Christian's apartment to watch UFC fighting with three guys. Yet this is exactly what happened.
At around 7:30 the unbelievably bloody, yet extremely entertaining set of fights was over and I headed to bed at 8 am. Waking up at 2 pm... I could not believe I had to repeat the whole process all over again to watch the Superbowl. Airing at midnight in Sweden it was once again a late night filled with far to much testosterone. This time in the presence of girls, and the safety of my apartment, we were able to discuss the truly important aspects of the sport such as "who has the juiciest butt." Our attempts to turn the game into an interactive experience, "I am a football star!!!!" also helped to keep us all awake until 4:30 am when the last stragglers were finally able to catch a tram.
All in all I did enjoy my brief interlude into the ubermasculine world of late night sport viewing. However that being said, I would still love to plan a pink themed slumber party with a certain UFC fighter named Chael Sonnen... *wink wink*
