On Saturday son Tim had to be in New Hampshire for the entire day for a rugby tournament, inasmuch as he is on the school rugby team, insofar as we did not object stridently enough to his interest in possibly becoming crippled for life.  He rode up on the bus; we drove.  This was problematic partly because nobody could tell us where in New Hampshire the event took place, and it's a moderately large state as far as those things go.

But we did eventually find it: four rugby fields in a cow pasture in a place called Suncook.  It was exactly the sort of place you want to be for the day if you have allergies and happen to sunburn easily.  Except not.  

So yeah: that was fun.  I am now bright red of face and am still sneezing.  Tim's team lost their first game (which we missed on account of where the fuck is Suncook) but won the other two, which I believe put them into fourth place in their division, although if you ask me why that is I will be unable to tell you.  I think the highlight of the afternoon was when a player on another team on a different field had to be airlifted to the nearest major hospital with a serious neck injury.  They landed the helicopter right on the rugby pitch and everything.  

Rugby: catch the fever!

And the other part of my plan for the day involved the Star Trek reboot, which I had to see immediately, as every single review of the film I saw included actual orgasms.  The plan here was to go home, rest up a bit and perhaps apply balm to my sunburned face, buy tickets online for one of the showings in Harvard Square, and then walk there with wife Deb.  This is how it worked out, but that is not to say that it worked out.  Because of the rain.

The forecast called for "30% chance of showers" for the evening.  I never know the best way to interpret those statistics.  For instance, the weekend before last it said there was a 30% chance of rain every day, and it didn't rain at all.  So I took that to mean the 70% chance of no rain won out.  But now I'm thinking if there's a 30% chance of rain it is going to rain for 30% of the evening.  Or, in this case, when we happened to be walking from the house to Harvard Square.  Cold and soaking wet is no way to go through life, or to the movies.

The movie was deeply awesome, however.  I feel that about any film that finds a way to slip in "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys-- which is a mild weakness of mine-- but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.