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What A Weekend!
Feb. 8th, 2010 03:36 pmFriday night was lost through post-viva celebrations for someone in the lab next door. Much fun was had by all.
Saturday I went into the lab, and watched the Ireland v Italy game on TV. Ireland were terrible, but Italy were worse. Then I raced into town, bought some inner soles for my boots, and raced back home in time to see Johnny Wilkinson score England's first points against Wales. Not exactly a brilliant thing to come home to. I still have no idea what Alun Wyn Jones thought he was doing, and neither does O, my Welsh housemate.
Then we went laser-questing, which was fun, if we ignore the bit where I slipped and fell over, but, hey, these things happen and they happened to about 3 of us.
Mini-houseparty followed.
Woke up in time for fencing, and thanks to the presence of some newbies, was made to lunge for most of the second hour. My legs hurt.
Went to pub, put the fear of Red into the Captain for his absence from the training session, got ready for the Superbowl party.
The Australian (he has a real name, but it's shared by far too many of my friends so he'll be The Australian for blogging purposes) is a fellow Jezebel reader and agreed with my cheering for Scott Fujita as did the Cheerleader.
We managed to find a spare American to help G try to explain what was going on. It sort of helped. We were still v. confused as to why there was a giant fight at the start of the third quarter.
Anyway, the match was fun and I am very happy. The Cheerleader and I both cooed over Drew Brees and his son, much to the mockery of some of the guys. I don't care, they were adorable.
G, on the other hand, is now 0-4 on predictions ;)
All in all, great fun!
Saturday I went into the lab, and watched the Ireland v Italy game on TV. Ireland were terrible, but Italy were worse. Then I raced into town, bought some inner soles for my boots, and raced back home in time to see Johnny Wilkinson score England's first points against Wales. Not exactly a brilliant thing to come home to. I still have no idea what Alun Wyn Jones thought he was doing, and neither does O, my Welsh housemate.
Then we went laser-questing, which was fun, if we ignore the bit where I slipped and fell over, but, hey, these things happen and they happened to about 3 of us.
Mini-houseparty followed.
Woke up in time for fencing, and thanks to the presence of some newbies, was made to lunge for most of the second hour. My legs hurt.
Went to pub, put the fear of Red into the Captain for his absence from the training session, got ready for the Superbowl party.
The Australian (he has a real name, but it's shared by far too many of my friends so he'll be The Australian for blogging purposes) is a fellow Jezebel reader and agreed with my cheering for Scott Fujita as did the Cheerleader.
We managed to find a spare American to help G try to explain what was going on. It sort of helped. We were still v. confused as to why there was a giant fight at the start of the third quarter.
Anyway, the match was fun and I am very happy. The Cheerleader and I both cooed over Drew Brees and his son, much to the mockery of some of the guys. I don't care, they were adorable.
G, on the other hand, is now 0-4 on predictions ;)
All in all, great fun!
