By Michelle

This weekend Chris, our friend, Cory, and I went to see the UFC at the Sundome (see Josh…only the UFC has an “octagon”). Initially, we bought the tickets for my niece, Kirstie, for Christmas. But she got sick…the real kind of sick with fever and nausea…so Cory took her place.

Cory was Baby Parks’ (Chris’ little brother) good friend and band mate. And in the last couple years, since he moved to Tampa for school, he’s become our good friend too. He’s smart, polite and a genuinely caring person. But I don’t always approve of his lifestyle…like wearing the same pants every fucking day, eating ice cream cake from the garbage or trying to steal from the CiCi’s Pizza’s supply truck but passing out drunk in the street instead. Nevertheless, we are family so we love him unconditionally.

We were excited he could come with us to the fights and once again, he did not disappoint. Less than 24 hours earlier, he got his face slashed open at a show by a guitar…ummm, gross!

Anyways, it was super fun even though Chris and Cory were a little bummed their boy lost.

We ended the night at Mema’s Alaskan Tacos in Ybor and Matt Potasky (who we met up with later) wanted to make sure I told everyone that the bean bowl was too small and he was still hungry.