my little sister came home from college for the july 4th weekend. after working a rather exhausting double at work, i checked my cell phone only to find text messages from her encouraging me to meet up with the family at king street grille. figuring it could be more fun than sitting at the house by myself, i went.
it was packed.
why? i had no clue. & theeeen i found out there was a big UFC fight on tv. uhhh, as someone that has no understanding whatsoever of what would possibly ever make someone want to hit and wrestle another person...let's just say "i was out of my element". there we were, surrounded by over-sized testerosterone-crazed, steroid-induced {hey, it's possible} males yelling at televisions as sweaty men tangled themselves up in awkward positions, bleeding from their eye sockets. how is that a sport?! gross.
but it's okay. i documented the experience in photos.
hahaha! i love this photo! he doesnt actually follow this crap,
but it was something to do on a Friday night in Charleston.
as a side note, a cardboard cut-out of the dos equiis man
(you've probably seen the most interesting man in the world commericals)
was stolen from the front of the restaurant i work at.
guess where i found him?
being pumped into the air by guys watching
the fight at king street grille.
go fiiigure. at least the mystery has been solved.
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