I am at home writing. While I do this, 4 of 5 residents of Taupo (Taupons?) are down the street for the Rugby World Cup (notably being played in Auckland, not down the street). It is a big deal here. Rugby may seem like just football with no forward passes, but it is like hockey in Canada - basically more popular than heroine in a methadone clinic. I can hear every single play from the crowd's reaction.
I walked around a bit to check it out, and see if I could spot someone I knew to be social for a bit. I was unsuccessful at running into someone, and in finding something to keep me out on the town. Most people are enjoying the festivities in groups where the women have worn trendy, revealing outfits fitting of clubbing to entice their blokes, and their men have worn All Blacks jerseys and jeans, the average Tuesday attire.
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