I had every intention of going to the Rugby match today.

I went out last night!! Woo-hoo!! God, I miss that! There were about 6 of us that went to a pub close by. Two were French, two were British, one was Swedish - we were the International table in the pub. We drank five bottles of wine, ate bags of crisps (potato chips) and just talked and talked. It was wonderful! Afterward, we went to one of the girls' flat (which was right across the street) and had late-night chips (French fries), more wine and some SALSA dancing lessons. Catherine and I stumbled home around two in the morning. I don't think I could do that every weekend, but it was nice to get out of the house on a Friday night. I should have taken a B12, though.

This morning I slept in until 11, or so. Then decided to march myself to the infamous ASDA. ASDA, it seems, has been bought-out by Wal-Mart (and I love aimlessly wandering the aisles of Wal-Mart, so it could have meant trouble). I'd heard so much talk of this UK version that I had to see for myself. ASDA does not compare. Its main focus is groceries (which is never my main focus), so I was disappointed. The electronics aisle is about 6 feet long - that's it!! I looked at the signs labeling each department and they were right on top of each other, not miles and miles away like in Wal-Mart. Meaning, there is little to no selection of anything (other than food). I used to spend hours walking up and down the aisles, contemplating life and whether or not I really needed the microwavable egg poacher. The stores in town close at 5:30, the Pubs close at 11:00. Guess it is probably a good thing that the ONLY 24 hour place in this town sucks. I'll have to find somewhere else to contemplate the meaning of life.

In my running around town this afternoon, I missed a second opportunity to see a Rugby Match. One of these days I'll make it. There's always next Saturday...