I was invited to attend a lunch meeting today on building a better rugby community here in our city.
All men and then me … which is how it typically rolls. I figure that’s probably representative of the general rugby-playing population anyway.
I knew half of the guys there, but sitting next to me was one of our men’s team’s old boys. Turns out he is my boyfriend’s next door neighbor, who neither one of us knew was also a rugger.
I also scored a delicious grilled chicken salad with strawberries and mango in it. Yum. 🙂