It is that weekend again.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Teabaggerville — mighty Rushboy did not get his way.

Its the last weekend of March-and hordes of people who could care less about Lex’s feelings about health care– are descending on the Fragrant Harbor for the annual right of spring. Once again-circumstances and fate have deemed that I should miss it.

Which is a shame. This year it ought to be extra good entertainment given the fact that an American Navy Carrier Battle group is supposed to be in town.

Crazed expat rugby fans mixed up in Wanchai with US Navy Sailors? That ought to be fun to watch. The good news is the Sailors probably won’t be able to get tickets. Or be able to stay up as late as the Rugby fans in Neptunes.

Shame-they could be seeing this:

Better than being here-right now.