Lobotomizing the Centurions

Hoo boy I'm beat from a busy weekend. The Kylie party at Omega was a lot of fun, but I didn't understand why the strippers weren't dancin' it up a little more when the Kylie tracks came on the video screen. I guess if they did interpretive dance as I do, they'd knock everyone's cocktails off the bar and then they'd get fired.

Oh yeah - the Battlestar Galactica premiere did not disappoint. It's all up in the air as to who the 13th Cylon is, but I'll wager it's Cathy Dennis because she's really behind almost everything important that I can think of. Or it's President Roslyn, Baltaar or Starbuck. We were left hanging at the end, with delicious promise of Cylon infighting and civil war! How dare anyone lobotomize a good Centurion?

On Saturday we drove up to Havre de Grace for a rugby match. It's somewhat near Aberdeen, Maryland, on the opposite side of Baltimore from us here in DC. It gets rural real quick if you make the wrong turn, into the land of people with missing teeth. Regardless, our hosts were lovely and we played some good rugby. I played about 40 minutes as a flanker, still learning more about that position, but it's fun and pushing the scrum gives you nice calf and ass definition too. Judging by my leg and shoulder soreness and shortness of breath during the match, I have some more conditioning to do.

Here's a photo from last Sunday's match where I got a little time in as scrumhalf.

Photo by Brettie. As a scrumhalf, you have to touch a lot of bums, as opposed to stuffing your head in people's bums if you were a flanker or #8. It's all good - I enjoy playing a variety of positions on the pitch.