I think I'm past my sevens best, man ... the toll ... so I go for a well behaved Saturday and leave the Friday and Sunday to the party people, who in this instance include the nextgen.
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| Evan going for the Top-Gun thing, loved the smile and dodgy salute. |
The pic below needs some explaining. At some point upon arriving at the stadium, Aiden discovered, and then declared that his Jail Bird outfit had an unfortunate camel-toe appearance - and particularly risque for correctional services inhabitants. So he announces this as I've corralled them into a lineup (perpwalk?), Jordan bends forward to inspect, Mikey Schats takes his word for it, and Ev has a glance... and then the lovely laughter meltdown pic below. I think they all had a massive jol.
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| The old bullets in the box... lordy |
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| Jordan kicking back in Bambalam denim. |
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| On the way home, Jordan rescued (clearly all of us rescued) by a quick reacting retrieval of a watertight plastic bag from my rucksack (for wet cozzies)... taxi voms... pretty standard Sevens fare. |
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| Quality taxi driver, stopped at the bins for the offending package to be disposed of. |
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| The aftermath... couch-time. Evan got home 30 minutes before us, and went straight to bed. Aiden had missed the night before, entirely, and was trying to disentangle an escape. Lordy once a year is plenty. |
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