rugby players

let me set the scene for you.

march 2008.

portmarnock, ireland.

i am sitting in the lobby of a hotel as one of my friends checks us in.  we've just arrived in ireland and made it to our hotel and we're tired.  we've collapsed into some couches.

we are made up of two girls, two gay guys, and a straight guy.  (this information becomes important shortly.)

a bus pulls up outside.  the entire welsh rugby team exits the bus and enters the lobby of the hotel.  the lobby of the hotel that we are sitting in.

THE ENTIRE WELSH RUGBY TEAM.

four of us are speechless and perhaps had to pick our jaws up off the floor.  one person doesn't really care.

the welsh rugby team was there because they were playing ireland in a six nations rugby match.  the reason we were staying in portmarnock (a suburb of dublin) was because all the hotels in dublin were booked for this wales-ireland match.

we cheered for wales (quietly) the next day in the pub where we watched the game.  and they won!

at 4am, we were awoken to the sound of the welsh rugby team returning to the hotel.  they seemed pretty happy that they'd won.

today, one member of this trip sends this article to the other members of the trip.  (minus the straight guy.  he clearly doesn't care.)  i most definitely looked at all nine pages of this website immediately.

swoon.