Archive for May, 2009
At the moment I’m in my flight to London with over four hours remaining before we land. As I talked (typed) to myself (yes, I’m this crazy) I decided I should post here and tell you guys about Roland Garros, etc.
I’ll arrive in Paris on Monday the 25th and will be at the stadium at about 2 pm. If there’s wi-fi there, I’ll be doing in-site tweeting. You can follow me @awaltzforanight or simply take a look at the sidebar here every once and a while. I warn that it might be incoherent rambling such as “OMGGGG VIKA AND CARO ARE BEING GIGGLY TOGETHER HEE OMG”. Yes, I’m a proud fangirl. No, I’m not going to be serious unless I’m getting paid (read the blog’s About section). For RG related news, I also recommend the very serious twitter @Roland_Garros.
On Monday, I only have tickets to the external courts, so I’ll try to watch some practice sessions, wave my Brazilian and/or Russian flags at random matches and try to catch some Kiri or any cute choker. Hellz yeah.
I have tickets for all days until Sunday. They’re mostly Chatrier or Lenglen tickets. I’ll be praying to the Lords of Kobol to watch Lena live. Please, tennis Santa, please, I’ve been a nice girl and you already fucked me over with her draw (WHY LENA-CARO AGAIN WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYY).
When there, I want to chat and take a picture with the biggest rockstar in tennis: Mommy Vera Dementieva. And given the opportunity, ask Sharapova why she broke up with Camilla Belle. Gurl, Camilla is dreamy, what’s wrong with you?
If you can’t tell by the excessive capslock (no, come on, I’m not always like that!), I’m really excited for this. I’ve never been to Roland Garros to watch a match, I’ve only visited the stadium and the tenniseum (oh why so pretty) days before the EPIC Failed Cup (at time ‘Fed Cup’) final between Russia and France. With Nastya choking up closing the tie and Dinara and Lena winning the last rubber in the last set. If it was EPIC from my TV, imagine how EPIC it was live… there. When I go to cheer for Russia live, they lose to fucking Argentina. No comments, Russia, NO COMMENTS. I would break up with you if I could.
Well, folks, I have no further things to say from the plane. All I hope is to land soon and post this whenever I get internet.
P.S. Who did Sharapova have to sleep with to get that draw (anyone that answers “Rafa” will be hit with a rock over their head)? And why didn’t Ula sleep with the same person? Idiot!
Even though my feelings towards both of the finals was “Wahwahwah why was it so boring and why did X have to lose?”, the trophy presentation made up for it. I don’t think I should be complaining about the quality of the tennis after yesterday’s epic semifinal but eh, I wish Rafa wasn’t a dead man walking today so I would have been more entertained. Thank goodness for tennis players being giggly at each other and Dinara IN JEANS* (I was ridiculously amused by that, ok?)!!!!
- This picture (and this .gif) of Roger and Dinara when the glitter bomb exploded is literally the LOLLIEST thing ever. They were both scared to death and JUMPED at the sound. Why so presh, bbs?
- You can see a picspam at someone’s personal LJ here of the Rafa-Roger final and some qt pictures of the ceremony.
- Here’s a video of the first part of the trophy presentation. Why is the men’s runner-up trophy so fugly? Is it because they thought it was going to go to Federer/Nole?
- Here’s the second part aka Dinara being adorable speaking Spanish. Hee!
*Does anyone know if these are Diesel jeans from the Adidas collection? Srs question.
I’ve been called “crazy” and all different sorts of synonyms by family and friends because of tennis. If I go back and think of the numerous ammounts of classes I’ve skipped to either watch or play, all the times I drank my sorrows because “dear goodness, Lena is such a choker” and all the days that the only reason I was happy was because of a match — you can say the shoe kinda fits. Last night, I went to this birthday party and crashed at my friend’s place after. I got there at 5 am and at 10 am I was sitting on his living room’s couch, wrapped under a blanket, waiting for the match to begin. There are matches things like these that are totally not worth it. I can name numerous Saturdays and Sundays I woke up at 6am to watch Lena lose in either the semis or the finals of Kremlin Cup. Yes, 6 am on Sundays. I’m hardcore. Today, it was totally frakkin’ worth it. 4 hours and 2 minutes of mind-blowing tennis with Rafa saving 3 match points. Novak had his chances, he completely owned Rafa in the first set and had the chance to close out the match in the second. I think these are the moments where you see why Rafa is number one: mental strength. Kid is a fighter. Now tomorrow we’ll have the final that the press and the organizers were waiting for: Roger x Rafa. I think Federer has a big chance of defeating Rafa tomorrow, he’s fresh (his semi lasted under an hour and half) and the boy just played a marathon.
And just because I’m excited for Roland Garros:
Roland Garros 2009 Preview
I’ll be there in Paris from Monday to Sunday during the first week. I’ll be taking pictures like crazy so I will try to blog and tweet them as much as possible. :)
I’m a bit in love with Madrid Open’s official website. I think this tournament has been incredibly easy on the eyes. We’ve had: 1) the famous Madrid models/ballgirls, 2) the gorgeous logo, 3) La Caja Mágica — for sure one of the most creative stadiums I’ve ever seen, 4) the curtains where the players practice and, 5) now that I have seen the tourney’s website (days too late)… I’m completely in love. First, I heart horizontal layouts, it reminds me of how Interview Magazine‘s website used to look like (a beautiful black and white horizontal layout). But this one… blue & grey! Dear goodness, so much pretty. I take my hat off to those webdesigners and architectures. Thanks, you guys.
This post could be considered pointless to tennis fans so I’m just going to squeeze something in: CARO IN THE TOP 10!!! I love my bbs pushers/moonballers.
Okay, I do admit that my initial reaction when seeing the second picture was something along the lines of “*snerks*”. But seriously, how high can a top go? It’s good though, I do believe Caro isn’t right now the (main) focus of (most) pervy guys, so yeah, it’s good. But still, everyone should keep in mind that Caro’s nickname is “Danish Cutie” — this means she’s someone that you want to hug and squish, not ogle. And oh yeah, she’s barely legal. (She does look dreamy in blue though.)
In case everyone wants to look at something very very sexy, watch this video of Rafa warming up. (I do realize I should have posted some sexy video of a woman to equal things but, like, Rafa is infinite times hotter than anyone so don’t blame me.) Seriously, LEGS, HANDS, UNFFF.
Polish qtness fyt: