Rugby players are hot. That’s about the only thought I have right now on this topic. My vocabulary has been reduced to “hot rugby players” and a few random words to try to string sentences together. Looks like I get to go see Scotland play Ireland up in Chicago with my friend Shabby this summer. I told her I am drooling in advance, and I mean that from the very bottom of my cold black heart. I am having some serious rugby daydreams right about now. Did I mention my extreme fondness for rugby players yet? Chicago + my super fun friend + hot rugby players + copious amounts of alcohol = recipe for disaster. And by disaster I mean fabulosity. I leave you with this final thought:
Yum. That is all.
Posted by Colleen 