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What a romantic setting it was last Saturday between 8:30 and 9:30 pm. Flickering candlelight filled the room and cast our shadows all over the walls: our fist-pumping, raucous shadows. We were participating in Earth Hour, kind of, because we were also still participating in the latest televised UFC match.
I know, it’s a total oxymoron. Not only were we still running the television despite the urgings to unplug, it was probably the most violent exception you could make to an otherwise peaceful, positive global movement. But on the other hand, our feeble attempts to engage with Earth Hour made the atmosphere quite pleasant, and helped to offset the primal energy of two men locked in bloody combat.
I couldn’t help but acknowledge the fact that despite us ultimately failing to execute our end of the environmental bargain respectfully, we were at least willing to approach
I mean, when in Rome…