Wimbledon

Monday morning. Mood: Incredibly tired. And hungry. I've only had one cup of tea, no breakfast, and I'm a little less than eager to get started on work--so I'll blog.

Weekend was amazing--memorable actually. On Friday I went to Wimbledon with some coworkers. Ok instead of boring you guys with the minute and insignificant details like the 3 hr queue or the long wait for Simon, my boss, it'll get to the goods. Wimbledon is an incredibly quaint village with a somewhat developed main street filled with mostly food vendors. It reminded me of Park City Utah, a town that gets a huge burst in tourism once a year for the Sundance film festival, a town that might not be so grateful for the tournament but can't do anything about it because while it may bring swarms of annoying tourists, it brings £££. I was the 6477th person in the queue, and hardly at the end getting there at 8:30 in the morning. Every day probably over 20,000 tennis fans and congest the streets, pack the stores, and muddy the village ambience.

We watched some small matches after paying the hefty £20 price for admission--you know some doubles matches with unknowns. They were the easiest to get in since all the good ones were packed and/or ridiculously expensive to get in (center court was £57 on top of the £20). But Federer was playing that day and we had to see the champ in action. We snuck into the top of center court and watched most of his domination against some guy.

I afterwards was 6 inches away from the greatest tennis player of all time--he's fairly tall. I was frozen in teenage boy fanaticism.

We watched some other matches but they paled in comparison to Federer and thus not really worth mentioning. It wasn't until around 7 that we were exhausted from all the tennis matches and made our way back home, worn out but fulfilled on the tubes.

Wow I'm so tired right now, I'll try updating a little bit more enthusiastically later when I have energy.

Cheers