It's Me, Sara Louise

On that happy day (last Saturday the 24th), I donned my Toulon rugby jersey. Normally, I don’t wear sports jerseys, but this was a special day… Mr. London was competing in his second Heineken Cup Final and since I couldn’t be there like last year, I wanted to lend my support, even if I was 4900 miles away.

I had found a bar out in the sticks that would show the match for us. They ordered the channel and gave us our own little cabin to watch it in (which I was informed is in the process of being turned into a wine bar/room/cabin/whatever… obviously I’ll be back) and my friend, Amy, and her South African husband joined us. Since half of the Toulon team happens to be South African, and South Africans happen to like rugby, I thought he’d like to watch. Of course he did, and he even brought their son, who came in a mini Springbok t-shirt (a rugby t-shirt, shorts, and cowboy boots is a freaking adorable look).

We settled in, ordered some beers and cheered on Mr. London. He must have heard us, because they won. And then if that was a happy enough occasion, he was named Man of the Match. I thought Gregory was going to break down and cry right there, it was the sweetest thing, but he held himself together and we carried on with our happy day moving on to The Farm.

We took the jeep out for a spin to see what critters we could find (and so Gregory could do donuts and attempt to fling me from the vehicle… payback has been swift and ferocious) and we came across this handsome fellow…

Because sipping Rosé and hanging out with longhorns can work up quite the appetite, we set off back to the bar where we had watched the match because they had food trucks… FOOD TRUCKS. Sure Le Petit Village has a pizza truck, but it doesn’t have trucks, as in more than one, and they certainly don’t have a Tex-Mex food truck which is the one I moseyed up to (three months back in Texas and I still can’t get enough tacos).

Fueled by bottle upon bottle of Rosé, the happy good times at the happy farm just kept on coming (including a canoe ride that made me feel just like Huckleberry Finn), and I was having so much fun being happy, that I stayed up until 3AM because clearly, I think I’m some kind of young whippersnapper. NEWSFLASH: I’m not.