Howdy y'all.
I'm back. I'm sunburned. And I saw Rafa perform his most famous move ever...
Yes, that is firsthand video of Rafa picking his wedgie, a feat he tackles before every single point.
I also saw him do some of this:
His unreturnable serve- A feat almost as difficult and intricate as the wedgie-pick.
Yep. I was in tennis heaven. At one point Rafa and his teammate looked like they were in trouble, and so I pulled a move from one of my favorite movies The Natural, where the mysterious woman in white stands in the crowd and inspires Robert Redford out of his slump.
Then they live happily ever after.
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| Glenn Close, willing her lover to do better. |
The only problem was, I left my white hat in the car (true story) and my spare hat was camouflage. So I stood up and immediately blended in with my surroundings.
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| The mysterious woman in beige. Not the same effect. |
It was okay. Rafa and the other guy eeked out the win. In an interview afterward, Rafa said he felt something magical from the crowd, but when he turned to look, he didn't see anyone. Stupid camouflage hat.
I also surprised my parents with second-row tickets for their anniversary to see Roger Federer.
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| Federer, up close and hot. Also, hawt. |
Federer totally dominated his opponent. He took the first set 6-0, and was up 2-0 in the second set when the other guy (Chela) finally won a game.
The crowd went nuts, trying to support the wounded underdog. Chela smiled and waved, and when the noise died down, he said loudly, "It's okay, Fed. Shake it off. You've got this." So funny.
Palm Springs by the Numbers:
Number on the thermometer: 90
Number of rows separating me from Federer: 2
Number on the sunscreen bottle: 70
Number of icy lemonades ingested: 42
Number of wedgie picks: 864 (862 from Rafa, 2 from me)
Number of times my mom told the people around us that they were sitting next to a soon-to-be-famous author: 1,748.
Thanks, mom.
I'll have more about the second half of our trip (Disneyland) on Wednesday, featuring standing in line behind Punky Brewster. For reals. No lie.
So, how was all y'all's week? Sorry I couldn't blog. There are only two kinds of hotels that don't offer wi-fi: the really really expensive ones, and the really really cheap ones. Guess which one we were in?
And what do you think of Rafa's wedgie pick?
