Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the park...

I'm going to be taken to a ball game!

It's true that this is not necessarily my sort of thing, but what the hey. The sun has been shining, and I'm prepared to have a great time. Bepe had two tickets to the match, but his friend has had to fly back to Italy to attend a family funeral, and as all his other sports-enthusiast friends are working, well, he's invited me.

Sure, I thought about trying to sell the ticket on ebay. Just kidding. It was really very sweet of him to invite me. So Rugby Match here I come. I've been looking at the Six Nations website to see if I can figure out what it's all about, and the short answer is that I can't. However, from my, ah, research, I have gleaned the following information:

1) Unlike soccer players, rugby players are rarely very good-looking, but there are a few exceptions;
2) There are people called "dangermen". I don't know what they do;
3) There's a rather cute player on the Welsh team called Leigh Halfpenny, which is one of the best names I've ever heard of. Of course, I want Ireland to win, but I'd also like to see some action from Leigh. No, wait. I don't mean that the way it sounds.

Anyway, it's so nice of Bepe to invite me when I'm sure I'm the last person he'd really like to go with as I'm totally ignorant about sport in general and rugby in particular.

It's so lovely weatherwise at the moment, I'm eating lunch outside most days. I took this picture on my phone today, of crocuses in Stephen's Green. I love these little guys; they look like candles and just seem so optimistic somehow. And flashy, without being pretentious. All-round good guys of the flower world.

Ooh and tonight I am taking the nice lady who organised my weekend job out for a glass of wine at the Ely Wine Bar, just to say "thanks". Someone recommended that place here, so I'm looking forward to trying it out ... and hoping she doesn't order the most expensive thing on the menu :-)


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