The Tale of Two Finals
I had the wonderful opportunity to see both the U.S. Open Men's and Women's finals this past weekend. The trip to the women's final was compliments of my lovely lady friend--a birthday present for my 29th birthday--which was in August. I am such an obsessed tennis fan an I had been dying to take her to the open and even moped about when I thought she wouldn't be able to make it this year. Well she surpised me at a very swanky restaurant in the "City" with tickets for the finals. Now I tried beforehand to guess what she had up her sleeve. And she completely suprised me. She first hands me a New York mini-pillow that she made for me, a very sweet gesture, with all kinds of New York dangles, I'll call them for lack of a better word, on it. There's a big apple and one of the statue of liberty to name a few of the "dangles." And then there was a card that I had to read. Well I didn't quite know where it was going. Well the card said now ask me for what I'm holding behind my back. And if you haven't guess what it was by now you are probably slow. But that's okay, because if you are slow I hope you're good looking. Everyone can't be blessed with looks and brains. And if you have neither I know you're sticking up your middle finger now telling me go to hell, which my response to you would be try not to break any mirrors, LOL.
So Saturday was the gift realized. And me and my lady friend had a wonderful time, despite arriving a bit late. So Sharapova's grunts led us to the stadium. And as soon as we sat down that's when she started picking it up. I told my girlfriend it was her. So Maria went on to win the match. We had some fabulous margaritas complements of the bartender that hooked us up and was rewarded handsomely for it. We took a tour of the grounds and sat and drank the rest of our frozen margaritas and enjoyed each other's company.
Sunday was round two. And it was fun, but it certainly didn't have the flair of the women's final--which is in primetime. I did find that bartender again that hooked up my friends and I with some potent concoctions again, instantly recognized me. I think we all knew Roddick was going to lose eventually, but he gave it the good fight. My friend won tickets via an office raffle an invited me. I had such a nice time.
So it was a tale of two finals, one complements of my lady friend, and one by my friend that I've known since junior high--a lady friend, but not my lady friend aka girlfriend, lover, and all that good stuff.