It's summertime---and I mean SUMMERTIME---here in Wellington, and the living is easy, and...it's time for the Sevens. Now for almost every single living (and dead) Ohioan, we have no idea what the Sevens is, right?? Well, here in this land of rough and tumble sport, the land of the mighty All Blacks rugby team, the land of the Hurricanes and the, uh, um, er (OK, OK I've reached the limit of my knowledge of rugby teams), the Sevens is the most important rugby event of the year because this is when the Fairies come to town--and the Bananas and the Nuns, and the Superheroes. No, these are not the names of other rugby teams, or rugby players or anything like that. This time, the game is all about the spectators.

You see, what happens, as explained by one really helpful article that Don found through long hours of extensive and careful research on the Internet (See "Sevens" on Google), is that 16 teams from all over the globe travel in a huge horde of testosterone-filled frenzy from one city to another where they engage in the previously-mentioned rough and tumble sport of rugby. That's all I know about that.

BUT, the really important thing about the Sevens in Wellington, and here I get to the point of this blog entry, is that lots and lots of people dress up in all kinds of crazy costumes and apparently spend the whole weekend making merry, doing things they'd never think of doing unless dressed as a giant rubber beer can.

Although we were nearly run over by a group of fleeing nuns, and Don was manhandled by one young woman with a chicken on her head, we managed to

survive the weekend intact, only making occasional jaunts into the may

hem, risking our lives for the sake of sharing some photos of this good fun with you folks. Now THAT'S dedicated photojournalism!!! So here for all you sports fans are the much awaited and long-promised glimpses of the Sevens.