Just like the final score, the Haka was too close
The All Blacks lost - again! Is there some curse on the Kiwis or why the hell can' t they win the RWC?! We started the day happy with brunch; happy that all of us were finally brought together for the ABs (yes, even Benny came out after his sabbatical).
We decided to go somewhere new on the Upper West Side and The Parlour was filled with Frenchies (I won't go there again!). Once more, we were the minority but Sanjay, Aaron & co. from the Kiwi Club joined us. I screamed my head off and probably injured Liam & Hillary from gripping their shoulders and knees. Alas we lost by 2 fucking points - it was really unbelievable. Being on top all these years and when it really counted, we didn't deliver. Geez another 4 years?!
We had to drown our sorrows somewhere else and Pam very generously hosted us at her Manhattan-luxury balcony. The plan was to drink till it was time to go to Brandy's Piano Bar but the lot of us didn't even make it past 10:30 pm on a Saturday night!
But here's the consolation, courtesy of Helen:
Nick Evans & Luke McAllister...
and of course, my Dan Carter
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