-The only day of the year in which I even attempt to wear sunglasses. I really don’t care how hot or glary it is, I don’t like them. They don’t suit me. They look better sitting on my head.
-A day where you’re just surrounded by tennis experts who think that they know better than Hawkeye (Oh, and makes comments like “Yeah, it’s five nil”. Yeah. It sure is).
-One of the only days where you can feel absolutely exhausted and fatigued from just sitting for 7 hours. It’s bloody hard work (I wanted to say ‘yakka’ but I’m dorky enough as it is).
-When the ‘regular’ people like us scoff at the rich corporates who don’t show up to sit in their nice, cushioned seats in the shade (whilst we’re stuck either reapplying sunscreen every 3 points or getting so sun burnt that it becomes a task to get out of your seat).
-One of the only times that you’ll see the line to the ladies room about the same length as a line to free food in Ethiopia.
-A day when it is abnormal to smell like anything but the combination of sunscreen and sweat.
-A time when you realise how much Australians love to see a favourite fall and an underdog win (unless the favourite is an Australian, of course).
-So powerful that when I get home and watch the tennis on television, I automatically clap after a good winner.
So yes, it was still fun. Katy and I went on the first Tuesday (16th) and had pretty effing good seats if I don’t say so myself (RLA, section 9, row H). The heat was a tad distracting at first, but thankfully, they shut the roof after the first match. We saw Sharapova, Nadal and Clijsters.
Now, onto my mediocre pictures…
"SHAZZA"
"RAFFA"
"KIMMY"
xx