My Dogs are Mooing

Last night we enjoyed a lovely meal at Ophelia's.  When we were done we decided to return to Finnigan's Wake, the sight of some of our biggest accomplishments of late.  We were shocked to see that the place was packed, and the doorman told us that they were all rugby players.  Real ones, too -- not like Ross on "Friends".  We proceeded to spend the evening conversing with some lovely Welshmen.  As it turns out, in 1985 a Welsh rugby player and a Springfield rugby player (yep, Springfield actually has a team) were buddies and decided to organize a goodwill game.  Every few years the Welsh team travels here, or the Springfield team travels there.  This tradition has gone on so long that some of the original players are now cheering on their sons.  The guys were an absolute blast.  An older gentleman gave us a really interesting history/geography lesson on Wales and its inclusion in the United Kingdom.  Folks played shuffleboard and pool and rooted for the Oklahoma Thu

Pop quiz, hotshots.  You're driving late at night when you approach an intersection.  The traffic lights are flashing.  There are cars on the other three streets at the light.  What is proper traffic etiquette? The correct answer would be to treat the intersection like a four-way stop.  However, these three drivers apparently missed that question on their drivers' tests.  They were all sitting at the light.  All of them.  Completely stopped.  No waving.  No leaning on the horn.  Staring at each other like they thought that would cause the lights to change.  This wasn't even one of those times where everyone thought the other one would go; I saw these cars nearly a block before I stopped, and when I stopped none of them made a move.  In fact, once I crossed the intersection another car behind me stopped, waited, and crossed the intersection before any of the other cars moved.  Perhaps I stumbled onto some weird new traffic game.  I don't think I'll play this one.

A friend invited me to play on her softball team.  I played catcher and only missed the ball 50% of the time.  I even got a hit, which sounds great until you learn I struck out twice.  Despite my Mr. Magoo-like performance we actually came back from an 8-1 deficit to take the game 10-8.  After our impressive rally, we decided to take our winning selves to trivia.  Our egos were quickly deflated after the first round of general knowledge.  Apparently, we know nothing about the Vietnam War.  Or renewable energy.  Or the Beatles' final album.  Oops. Round 2 was in honor of one of the guest emcees, who is from Ireland (accent and all).  I learned two things from this round: 1.  I know nothing about Ireland. 2.  I don't want to know anything about Ireland. Round 3 was devoted to science fiction.  I know Ray Bradbury was a total icon to his fans, but could he have maybe waited until Friday to pass away so we could have had a different category?  Things weren't looking so go