Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Dublin: Day 3 {Part 1}

(Continuing on from this post)

Saturday, oh Saturday, what a day you were...

It was all about who needed to be where at what time before the big match at 5PM.

Mommy London had arrived late Friday night (Mrs. London's mother) and checked into the B&B down the road, so early on Saturday we were down to collect her to bring her back to my Auntie's for pots of tea and a full Irish (breakfast that is).

Then Claire brought Mrs. London and Mommy London down to Mr. London's hotel so they could see him for a bit before the biggest match of his career (nerves needed to be calmed), while The Husband  met Gatz (his plane arrived at noon), and I had a blowdry in an effort to salvage the worst haircut ever, before shopping with Claire for pre-match nibbles (oh how I've miss Marks & Spencers food hall).

The shopping of the nibbles was pretty much a waste because by the time everyone got back from here, there, and everywhere, our taxi had arrived to whisk us off to the match.

The walk from City Centre to Ballsbridge (where the stadium is located) was jammers, and Dan-Dan (Mrs. London's brother) threw himself right in the thick of it (there was a whole lot of yellow and blue).



But in the end all of the yellow and blue didn't matter, because Mr. London's team eked out a nail biting, 16-15 victory and were crowned champions of Europe.



OK, they weren't actually crowned, they were medaled and poor Mr. London had his stolen.
(You can actually see the medal being taken off of him in this video, and you can see me and The Husband standing next to the 'thief' if you look in the bottom of the stands on the right side of the presenter.

And as we made our way out of the stadium and onto dinner with family to kick off our celebration, this is what was happening back in Toulon... 


Bisou!

17 comments:

  1. Very fun!! Nicely written - I love your wit - always a pleasure to read!!

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  2. But... but... I know that Mr London!! Haha! Just realized it.
    Bonne journée ;)

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  3. Ha! Ha! Mr london identity's is disclosed. Yé for Toulon!

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  4. The football game looks intense! I went to my first one in South America and I couldn't believe the energy of the crowd.

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    1. It must have been a REALLY intense football match because it's actually rugby ;)

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  5. Worst haircut ever? Oh no! From one curly-haired girl to another, I know this pain! A blowout always manages to soften the blow of curls darting off in different directions. Good move!

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  6. Heh, I'm heartened to see Mr London remembered his manners and greeted you before the husband :oD

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  7. Haha, I have seen you in the video. How awesome!

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  8. Very sneaky Mrs. London! So glad you got to be there.

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  9. I watched that video, but my phone screen is so small that I'm not sure if you are who I think you are!

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  10. that's shitty his medal got stolen... bastard. (<--the thief, i mean)

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    1. Mrs. London stole the medal! She's not a bastard, I promise :P

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  11. Whoops. What a party! Looks so fun! Why does a good time always have to get ruined? That sucks about the medal.

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  12. Wow that sounds so much fun. I just love big sports events :-)

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  13. It wasn't until I watched the video that I realised that it wasn't such a terrible thing that Mr London had his medal stolen...! I hadn't read any of the comments, so I was watchig really closely to see how the thief did it - I saw the ribbon go over his head
    "How did he not notice?" I thought, and then " - oh, I see!"
    Tee hee. you had us all up in righteous anger there!

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  14. WOOHOO Mr. London! felicitations :) and when I come to France, I want to go to a match with you guys! you do it RIGHT.

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