Post by Giselle on Aug 14, 2007 2:50:40 GMT 3
Hello everybody I’m back with goods!
As you all know I won the tix to go to D.C and see Safin playing (THANKS AGAIN WEBBY ans his Management company, YOU’RE THE BEST!!!) So I stayed also at the Key bridge Marriot were almost all the players (except Marat and Roddick I think) stayed. It was full of tennis players everywhere, in fact that lobby was so amusing, any spare time I had I was sitting over there…So we got there on a Sunday night after many delays, airports suck big time specially in the summer…btw I was traveling with my sister Kathy and best friend Shaily to see the city and if we could the tournament…So at night I
find friendly people, this guy who works there gives all directions and off we go.
Washington D.C. is beautiful, clean and the interns in capitol hill are all super hot…ji ji ji, When we got out I wanted to see the diamonds, you know, the girls best friends…and the natural history museum was very nice, crowded a bit but very amusing and here are some pics. There are some pics of the prehistoric men, I could swear that dude looked like Safin…u tell me. Some famous pictures, Fossils and so on. Then we went to capitol hill and boy was that hill really a hill…you see everything is close but somewhat too big, I’m a Floridian and I expect the lazy machines like the ones in Orlando where u don’t walk but they take u right there…no wonder I have so much weight…I’m lazy. That’s another thing in D.C people are constantly exercising, but by the thousands…everyday at every hour…After visiting inside the Capitolium and so we went to the hotel to freshen up and change to see the monuments at night and the people from the tour were late, so glad they were…the Bryan brothers came right in front of the hotel…I love this guys…I watch doubles because of them and they were sooo nice, I think we all fell in love with them.
The tour at night was a success, it was better than I expected and really entertaining. The best way to see D.C. and save a lot of time…When we got to the white house they tell us not to throw anything over the fence or to shout our personal feelings on president Bush and blab la bla…one of the cops guarding the white house was sooo hot, I though the guy was going to strip in any second, seriously! I take my camera and do like I was taking a pic on the Washington monuments (yeah right) and take a pic of him, you tell me if he is not posing for me…dirty cop. What can I tell you, men in uniform and they are all over the city…
It was then very late at night we went to the hotel and decided to go to the bar…there were all kinds of tennis players none in which Ii was interested and too tired to think about anything. My dinner took so long and I was soooo pissed the guy even gave me a discount for waiting so much.
Next day we went to the national archives and the holocaust museum, pretty interesting stuff, the museums are free which is great and very well made. I was very impressed by how many things I learned and saw, the quality of material specially on the holocaust museum…something I’ve always remember. Then we headed for lunch to Georgetown and after to the Hotel for the shuttle to see the matches. We got there and there Sebastina Grosjean (I dunno how to write his name) V. Spadea and Mofils ( I saw him like 4 times) I got there and its soo humid and hot, so Margaritas! It was like 8 bucks and nothing of liquor, c’mon that’s like cold juice not margarita? So I added a shot and maybe too much. I see Marat is going to practice before the match…yippie. By the time I get to the practice courts he is already there and I’m on the happy stage, better that way I won’t be shy to ask him for a picture. Gumy is talking the whole time but Safin is like mumbling, I could never hear him, also the trainer is walking and standing right next to me like a high school director and of course me already talking nonsense. I was a bit worried because his net game was totally off, I mean way off and his serve to…something that almost cost him the game later on. So he drank the red Gatorade (my favorite) and came out. I think he likes the fact that people still follow him, and then there was the guy who wouldn’t move off his back. Safin got like a tournament bodyguard who very stupidly said to my sister, no cameras in front of me..ahh dude who do u expect me to get pics of his face…There was a guy like in his 40’s or 50’s who would not move form Safin’s side. Everybody was annoyed for the 60 seconds he lasted walking. But he did something great, he said what we all know and he knows, he smiled politely to the remarks as, “you beat Federer in the ao open, you can do it again” stuff like that. In the end Safin shook his hand and thanked him. So at one point this guy moved and Marat turned around. I don’t know why he turned or who touch him anywhere but It wasn’t me, all I could see was hands…and since he turned around and I was right behind him the whole time I said to him in Spanish if I could have a pic with him, he said yes I said thanks he said you’re welcome kept walking and I was back in idiotland. You can see by the picture I was saying something with the f word, maybe I dunno I don’t usually smile that way…like I said Idiotland. Andy played first and then Marat, I went to sit right next to his chair (behind of course) and cheered all I could and all the languages I know. People were like “this crazy woman” I didn’t care, the match ended very late but since its D.C and he’s winning I was not moving from that chair. Like I said before he scared us all…with his bad volleys and his serve was out of whack. But he won and the curse I had since he always lost when I saw him was broken at last.
The next day something funny happened I was having breakfast again at the hotel’s restaurant and my sister sees this guy who I saw since day 1 that was tall but very tall, I though Marat was tall, no. Marat is tiny against this guy…I didn’t know who he was but my sister though he was cute and he was eating right next to us. She has a thing for ketchup on everything and so since our waitress was nowhere and she was soo shy to ask him, I told him, Hey could you give me your ketchup he was very polite and gave it to us…end of story, later that week when I’m in Colorado I see the same kid playing against A-rod on espn…I was shocked! I was in a lunch-meting I screamed “Oh my God I asked him for the ketchup” that was the joke of the day. It was John Isner…I was very sad leaving D.C but I had lots of fun and maybe one day I will be back, hopefully at the players hotel. I hope you enjoy this report and the pictures in it, comments are always welcomed.
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The "super sized" snacks
.... thanks for sharing the pictures! 
