Olivier & I arrived at the stadium & found our seats. Moments later, we were blinded by a pink flurry…a pink Cadillac did laps around the field, streaming pink feather boas. The shitty 80’s disco music was deafening & asses were shaking it as far as the eye could see.
No…it wasn’t a gay pride rally. It was a rugby game. Yes, I’m serious.
I was hypnotized. I stared in awe & wonder as I watched the pink Caddy filled with dancing girls. For a moment, I had forgotten that I was waiting for a rugby game to start.
Of course, the game couldn’t actually begin until a giant, golden rugby ball was wheeled onto the field. Try to imagine my sense of amazement as the gilded ball slowly opened to reveal another feather-clad Moulin Rouge girl hidden inside. Just try to imagine it – I bet you can’t, though.
After she had completely hatched, the golden rugby ball dweller gracefully handed a normal-sized ball to one of the players. Immediately, she was sealed back up inside the ball so that she could do no harm to the outside world.
Finally, after all of the spectacle, there was a rugby game.
Of course, Olivier was rooting for the opposing team, Clermont, & in his blue & yellow jersey, he stood out just a little bit in the sea of pink. In the end, we walked away from the stadium in defeat.
But at least the losing team never stuffed anyone inside of a giant rugby ball while making the fans listen to shitty 80’s disco.
[tags]rugby, Paris, France, Clermont, disco, pink[/tags]
Well… it appears the burgeoning mind and country of Rasmenia has broken its borders once again. Thank you for supporting me, my blog-sensei.
And, what the hell?! That is not at all my image of rugby. I’m not sure I really had an image of rugby, but I know something about THAT disagreed with me. Oddly, I also felt encouraged at knowing such a spectacle exists. I guess I’m a sucker for golden balls.