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.
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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.
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A million imaginary points and a unicorn to the first person who gets the title reference.
11 comments:
I learned the same trick as you...2 S's because you want more dessert.
I have no recollection of how I learned the difference between desert and dessert. I am guessing it was directly related to studying for the spelling bee (this was a big deal in our house and we trained like we were going to the Olympics), because that's how I know the spelling for most words with more than 4 letters. I should know the reference, but can't seem to place it. And I had my heart set on a unicorn. I'm always jealous when you post about your tennis outing. It sounds fantastic. I love watching tennis. (This was another thing that was a big deal at my house. The VCR was humming all day every day on Wimbledon finals weekend.)
I was taught the same trick as you were to remember the difference. Now I'm curious what the other way is. ;)
Mrs. Jackson taught me 2 S's for strawberry shortcake in 3rd grade. And I want another frozen lemonade right this very second.
I was taught to want two desserts too.
Oh and I'm really hoping for those imaginary points and unicorn so here it goes...Gilmore Girls.
I never learned a trick for remembering the difference and still struggle to remember which is which. I always have to write it out and see which looks right. Now I'll know!
Tennis is huge in my family, too. The Dalton grandparents have gone to Indian Wells to watch tennis for as long as I can remember. They're headed out tomorrow and Wednesday.
I went out there last year! I refused to wear the hat too ;)
I learned dessert and desert the same way. From a book. A book whose name I cannot remember, and it's driving me . . . well, let's just say it's driving me bonkers.
You are hilarious. Thanks for that.
I learned the same way as Camille - by using strawberry shortcake. I still think of it every time I write that word - which is frequent!!
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