Camille and I made our annual trip out to the desert for our day of tennis. You know how you look forward to Christmas morning, or your birthday, or maybe the Fourth of July? That's how excited we get about this event. We look forward to it all year long. We're giddy the whole drive out. We scour the schedule and plan our day, which matches we're going to see, how many frozen lemonades we're going to get, important stuff like that. There weren't too many players this year that we wanted to see so we opted to go to the smaller courts for really great seats.
Check out how close we got.
That is not zoomed in, my friends. I'm actually that close to Juan Monaco doing his best impression of a man being shot. Or, maybe he's just serving. Either way, we were that close. Close enough to see the fuzz on the ball as it went whizzing by our heads. Close enough to say encouraging words to the players as they passed by like, "Great return," or "Keep it up," or "Those shorts are rather flattering on you." Close enough to hear all the Spanish curse words. And, in the case of his opponent, Nicolas Mahut, the French ones too. After the match we were making our way to the exit and Monaco, who had just won, was leaving out of the same one, so we high fived him. Because clearly we're best friends now. I complimented his shorts, didn't I?
The rest of the day was filled with other great matches, lots of sunshine, lounging in Adirondack chairs while watching the Djokovic match on the big screen outside the stadium, imagining budding romances between the ball boys and ball girls, trying to win a free trip to Dubai for wearing that Fly Emirates hat (I don't know, I think it makes my head look oddly shaped), and counting the number of middle-aged women who came wearing tennis dresses just in case Rodger Federer needed a mixed doubles partner.
Only slightly off topic...how were you taught to remember the spelling difference between desert and dessert? I was taught that dessert has 2 S's because you want more of it. But nearly everyone else I have polled has come up with a different way. And now I'm curious.
A million imaginary points and a unicorn to the first person who gets the title reference.