I’m finally back from my trip down under and have my head back in the right time zone. I’ll admit it. I didn’t want to come home. Melbourne is a beautiful city and the summer air was delightful and delicious (I’m not sure how else to describe it as LA air is rough and gross). It was our first time in Australia and after this visit, probably won’t be the last.It didn’t hurt that Hubs and I were both officially off the grid. Ahhh. Sweet relief from the daily technological grind. We made our plans over a year ago so we could get these seats:
Traveling for 14.5 hours in coach seemed like insanity to us so we saved up our miles and road in style. We had business class seats in the plane’s upper deck that laid completely flat, our own tv’s with tons of movies, games, shows and music to choose from and actually pretty decent meals. Oh and did I mention the champagne and wine? Sheer luxury!
The main reason for the visit to Melbourne was for the tennis. I have to admit. I’m not a virgin. I’ve been to a Grand Slam tennis tournament before. But that was back in the ’90s when I was a poor undergrad studying abroad in London for a summer. Sure Wimbledon was fun but we could only swing one day and the only affordable tickets were for a doubles match–not that I have anything against doubles. I’ve also been to Roland Garros but that was Davis cup tennis so I’m not really counting that.
Hubs and I decided that if we were really going down under to watch the Australian Open, then by god, we would watch the tennis. Enter gluttony of tennis viewing. We hit it hard. I was in heaven!
We got to see some awesome matches and some crazy wild fans. And, thankfully, the weather was not totally stifling. Sitting in the sun was brutal though. At times I thought I was sweating as much as the players. I know. Too sexy, right?
I never wanted to be a Tomas Berdych fan more in my life. One of the songs these guys sang for Berdych was to the tune: Shakeshakeshake…shakeshakeshake…shake your booty. Their version: Czechczechczech….Czechczechczech…Czech Republic..Czech Republic!
Australia Day is their version of July 4th. They had to stop the match due to the fireworks. Rafa and Ferrer were not amused. You should have seen the massive partying going on for this holiday. Kinda puts us to shame.
So I wasn’t a virgin at a Slam. Who cares? It still felt like it.
Next post: the best meal of my life. I’m not even kidding you. Hint hint: Royal Mail Hotel. 10 courses. With wine pairings.
A wild ride.