“You do! Good! What?“
“A speaker thing for his iphone. It’s really good and really loud but it costs €200.“
“WHAT?! No. Find something else.“
“But he’ll love it!“
This was the conversation Gregory and I were having about Mr. London’s birthday present (Gregory calls Mr.London, Bumder). I’m not making any of it up, Gregory actually wanted to spend €200 on his bumder’s birthday present. ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS, especially if you consider this anniversary present disaster.
We ended up buying him a poker table top (well Gregory did) which considering they love playing cards together was quite a thoughtful present (again, please read this post about my anniversary present to understand why Gregory’s thoughtfulness and thoroughness in regards to Mr.London’s present left me stumped). And another one of Mr.London’s friends bought him a nifty pair of glasses which I decided to steal for myself.
Unfortunately for Mr.London, he had to work on his birthday, so we thought it would be nice to go and cheer him on while he and the rest of the club battled Bayonne on his special day.
We headed to the Port for pre-match Mojitos (not Mr. London of course, that would have been silly). I know I’ve said it before, but sitting on the port, looking out at the Mediterranean and all of the boats bobbing up and down makes me feel like I’m on holiday, which I love, so imagine my delight when I discovered that our Mojitos were being served up in parrot glasses with a candy garnish! Who needs a tiny umbrella when you have a parrot and bonbons?! Not me. (BRING ON THE CABANA BOYS!)
As easy as it would have been for me to sit on the port all day, eventually we had to say goodbye to my new parrot friend and venture across the road to Le Stade and watch the birthday boy do his work which would have been easier if these wee scamps weren’t in the way. (Actually I didn’t mind one bit. The little blonde one is trouble with a capitol T and watching him wreak havoc was almost as entertaining as the match itself.)
Sometimes I wish I could use the exercise bike while I’m watching the match too.
I for one never pass up an opportunity to multitask.
After Toulon’s victory (HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU MR.LONDON!) we walked back across to the port and upon seeing a ferry boat docked and all lit up, I did a little happy shimmy (makes me feel like I’m on vacation even more). I tried to capture it for you guys so you too could feel my excitement, but unfortunately, photography is not my friend.
All of Mr.London’s friends were there to help him blowout his birthday candles on not one, but two birthday cakes! And bonus, they were all wearing matching outfits which is pretty much cuteness overload.
I got to talking with a new player from New Zealand and all the while had a niggling feeling that I knew him from somewhere, and then, after a couple of minutes it dawned on me who he was… he played in this match during the last Rugby World Cup that had made me really angry, like Incredible Hulk angry. And I remembered him in particular making me really angry, so in a very un-ladylike, un-Sara Louise manner, I turned to him in mid-conversation and said, “Hey – I know who you are! And I don’t like you!” How’s that for lovely, ladylike behavior? Personally, I blame the parrot.
P.S. Just in case any of you are worried that I set off an international incident (because you know that’s something that could happen to me… Next on the 10 o’clock news, an American woman in France was arrested late last night after starting a bar brawl when she attacked a Kiwi man), he thought it was funny.