It has been a VERY busy weekend.
The OL's (Old Laurentian's) arrived on Friday. I have two young players staying at my house: Tom(A/K/A Foghorn Leghorn) and Andy(AKA Skinners-most rugby players seem to have some sort of nick name-and no, Ian and I don't have one yet) Both of our UK visitors are really nice-and they both like animals! They both really like Buddha, our Bulldog. On Friday, after I picked them up at Legend's Bar in Nord-east, we came back to our house so they could get cleaned up, then we started our Pub Crawl. We went from Brits pub>The Local>the News Room>Lyons Pub>Old Chicago and finished at the Loon-well, some finished at the Loon Cafe, most everybody was having a ball in the Basement of Old Chicago. The Brits all had orders to wear Union Jack shorts over their pants and have some other parts to their get-up, like medals and things. It is amazing what a conversation starter it was for these guys, and of course, American women just cannot RESIST the power of the English accent. These guys were having no trouble meeting and talking up women at the bars. Rebekah and I had a chance to talk with a few members of the group, and they are just a fun group. I think there are a couple of things at work. I DO think that Americans and the British have a natural affinity for one another, but I do think that the Rugby culture certainly seems to attract people who are sociable.
On Saturday, we had games. Lots of rugby. I played in 3 old boys games, two on a mixed team of Old Laurentian Old Boys and Metropolis Old Boys, I also played as a flanker for Green Bay when the Played a full Metropolis Old boy team. I got drilled while carrying the ball-somebody hit my left shoulder but good. It really stiffened up as Saturday progressed. The Old boys games were fun for a variety of reasons, but none the least of which was just marvelling at the skills of some of these players. Two Old Boys really, really impress the hell out of me: Pedro and Thor. Pedro still has amazing pace and Thor can just get the ball right where it has to go, and, particularly for an American player, his kicking skills were just amazing. In the Headline match for Saturday, the OL's beat our B-side 11-8 in a very, very tight game. My son Ian played about 2/3 to 3/4 of the game at wing. There was some very good rugby in wet conditions, I thought.
I am almost ashamed to say that I was feeling so tired, stiff and sore after playing, that I almost decided to stay home...but with this being Cinco de Mayo, the second biggest excuse to party after St Patrick's Day, I had to find a way to get my butt off the deck and go party. I dropped Tom and Andy off at Legends, then Rebekah and I went to my friend Karen's house for her Cinco de Mayo Party. Karen is of Mexican-Swedish Ancestory-she knows how to throw a BITCHIN' party. All of her parties are fun, and this one was no exception, excellent food and a wide variety of drinks. In my fatigued state, I just had a couple of bears, I stayed away from the Margarita's. With Becky fading fast, I got her home, napped for about 50 minutes, then went to Legends to pick up the boys-who ALL looked like they were having a ball in the basement at Legends and meeting the formidable array of good looking women who were there on Saturday. I ended up playing sober cab and gave a Metropolis player and his English guest a lift to their place in Columbia Heights.
Upon returning to the house at about 0245, I found one of the dogs must of eaten something that did not agree with him, because there was liquidized Doggy doo in the dining room, . I did not get to bed untill about 0330. Becky informed me at about 8 or 9 that whatever sick dog there was, also hit the basement and the stairs, which was kind of a rude awakening for the Funeral Frauline, as she was trying to get ready for work.
I got Tom and Andy up around noon, and then we went to Columbia Park for the Picnic-Pig roast. It was fun, but I really needed a nap before coming to work. Monday is going to be busy in the evening as we have tickets to see a British band called the Arctic Monkeys. The OL's are really keen to see them, because in the UK, they are huge, and tickets are expensive. Ian and Rachel both heard about them. I was able to get Ian a ticket, but Rachel is only 16, and I found out this was an 18 and over show. Anyway, the OL's leave on Wednesday. I think I really will need a weekend to recover from my weekend. Cheers!