Ran into Adrian, Jo, Eloise, and Morrisette at (of course) John McByrne's pub on Friday the 1st (of April...hmmmm?) and we decided to get together for another great meal at Adrian and Jo's on Saturday. So, as dauntless as one of Tennyson's Six Hundred I once more entered the breach and, as before, found it delightful. Great meal, good friends. It doesn't get any better than this.
Jo and Heidi plotting something.
Heidi, Jo, Morrisette, and Freddie.
While Adrian was cooking and the ladies plotting I glanced at the TV in the living room and cracked up. I have become quite the fan of rugby since coming over here. It is patently obvious from the start that there are no "demi-portions" (wimps) on a rugby field. It is a hooligan's game played by gentlemen, where football (soccer to us) is a gentleman's game played by hooligans.
In any event, as an alumni of North Carolina Statue University it goes without saying I am not a fan of North Carolina U. And it always grates the living crap outta me whenever they, as they often do, beat us in (real) football. And they do it wearing that pansy-assed pastel blue! It just frosts me no end. So, I glance at the TV and see guys playing rugby in pastel pink. I almost fell off the chair.
Given the sport and the players, I can now say that pastel is okay for real mens games. If these guys do it, it's okay.
Another great evening with Adrian and friends. Thanks, folks.
