The road to Dublin began with this pair of Nikes. Or rather, Mr. London’s road to Dublin began with these Nikes, The Husband’s and mine began with an Aer Lingus sale.
Let me back up… in three weeks time, The Husband, Mrs. London, Gatz (of course) and I are descending upon Dublin. We’re there to catch up with family (I love how Gatz has wiggled his way in on this one) and to watch rugby. But we won’t just be watching any rugby… we’ll be watching the cream of the crop, the pièce de résistance… the Heineken Cup Final.
Two weeks ago, the quarter-finals took place… The Husband’s favorite boys, ASM Clermont took on Montpellier (Clermont won) and the next day, Mr. London (in those Nikes) and the rest of RCT Toulon battled against Leicester. We watched it all from Toulon but first we had some family fun time…
Mommy London was in town. (That’s Mrs. London’s mother. She was married to my first cousin… so Mrs. London is my first cousin once removed… got it? Good.) So yeah, Mommy London was visiting and when we arrived at Chez London the BBQ was in full swing (full swing means two bottles of Rosé down).
It was the perfect family weekend (perfect in my book anyway), barbecue featuring Mr. London’s finger-lickin-chicken, lots of chill time, shopping (we left the boys home for this one), picking out macarons at the pâtisserie, discovering the most delicious Chinese restaurant right around the corner, watching television (SkyTV I love you in all of your English glory), and finally hitting up the port for a pre-match lunch…
The port was PACKED. Leicester supporters sure do like to travel. But then again traveling to Toulon isn’t the worst destination for a match… look at that bright blue sky! (I heart the South of France).