Saturday, September 04, 2004
I have contacts in my eyes!!
This is huge, as I am and have always been terrified of anything near my eyes. Just scary. (Did y'all have those dreams when you were younger that your eyes fell out and you had to go looking for them? Nooot coooool.) So I'm really excited, although I'm not sure I'll be able to stick with them because it still feels like there is something in my eye. Dust, an eyelash--well it doesn't hurt like an eyelash but I can still feel it, which is CREEPY. And I am Miss No Depth Perception, which gets old really fast: I'm walking funny and haven't tried driving yet. But I'm sitting out ont he porch right now and SEEING all the leaves on the trees, and every petal of every flower, and the expression on the cats face from out behind the pool. So I'm not giving up yet.
And Sharapova lost today, which is too bad, although it was a nice match and I've liked Mary Pierce since she signed an autograph for me years and years ago. We were at the Open, on the Grandstand Court, on which you can sneak down into the rich people's boxes when no one's looking. And I am sneaky, and my mom made me dress nicely so we'd fit in when we snuck down, and I do wide-eyed innocent very well. So I sneak down, and Mary is playing mixed doubles with Murphy Jensen, who I had a huge crush on at the time. He and his brother Luke were a fun doubles team, using signals back and forth to each other, wearing costumes, and having FUN out there all the time. (They wore colored sunglasses and football jerseys and lauughed and played flashy points and hit balls between their legs and dove for shots and did all manner of things that made it probably tougher for them to win but won lots of fans' hearts.) So anyway, Luke hits a gorgeous serve that just misses deep, and I say, "Ooh, nice serve." He turns around and says, "Thanks!" and flashes a smile. A few points later, he looks back at me again and says, "Mary! Look at that girl, she looks just like you!" Ok, so I didn't, but I was blond and blue eyed and ponytailed and so was she, so good enough. He kept up a little dialogue with me every time he was on that side, saying hi and smiling. Afterward, as I howl for his autograph, he comes and finds me and autographs my hat as I swoon. Mary had been working the other side of the crowd, but wasn't in a happy mood and left before walking my direction. I sprinted around the court, ducking under grownups and posts, and hurl the upper half of my body over the railing as she disappears into the tunnel. "MARY!!!!!" I yell into the gloom as she walks away, "MURPHY SAYS I LOOK LIKE YOU!" This amused her enough that she came over, back out of the tunnel, although in the shuffle I'd lost my marker and stood there, stricken, as my chance looked like it was gone...until an elderly man who worked there and was escorting her away smiled at me and tossed me a pen. And I got my autograph. And dressed up as long haired Luke Jensen that Halloween. Yay tennis. And Agassi won today, so it is a good day.
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This is huge, as I am and have always been terrified of anything near my eyes. Just scary. (Did y'all have those dreams when you were younger that your eyes fell out and you had to go looking for them? Nooot coooool.) So I'm really excited, although I'm not sure I'll be able to stick with them because it still feels like there is something in my eye. Dust, an eyelash--well it doesn't hurt like an eyelash but I can still feel it, which is CREEPY. And I am Miss No Depth Perception, which gets old really fast: I'm walking funny and haven't tried driving yet. But I'm sitting out ont he porch right now and SEEING all the leaves on the trees, and every petal of every flower, and the expression on the cats face from out behind the pool. So I'm not giving up yet.
And Sharapova lost today, which is too bad, although it was a nice match and I've liked Mary Pierce since she signed an autograph for me years and years ago. We were at the Open, on the Grandstand Court, on which you can sneak down into the rich people's boxes when no one's looking. And I am sneaky, and my mom made me dress nicely so we'd fit in when we snuck down, and I do wide-eyed innocent very well. So I sneak down, and Mary is playing mixed doubles with Murphy Jensen, who I had a huge crush on at the time. He and his brother Luke were a fun doubles team, using signals back and forth to each other, wearing costumes, and having FUN out there all the time. (They wore colored sunglasses and football jerseys and lauughed and played flashy points and hit balls between their legs and dove for shots and did all manner of things that made it probably tougher for them to win but won lots of fans' hearts.) So anyway, Luke hits a gorgeous serve that just misses deep, and I say, "Ooh, nice serve." He turns around and says, "Thanks!" and flashes a smile. A few points later, he looks back at me again and says, "Mary! Look at that girl, she looks just like you!" Ok, so I didn't, but I was blond and blue eyed and ponytailed and so was she, so good enough. He kept up a little dialogue with me every time he was on that side, saying hi and smiling. Afterward, as I howl for his autograph, he comes and finds me and autographs my hat as I swoon. Mary had been working the other side of the crowd, but wasn't in a happy mood and left before walking my direction. I sprinted around the court, ducking under grownups and posts, and hurl the upper half of my body over the railing as she disappears into the tunnel. "MARY!!!!!" I yell into the gloom as she walks away, "MURPHY SAYS I LOOK LIKE YOU!" This amused her enough that she came over, back out of the tunnel, although in the shuffle I'd lost my marker and stood there, stricken, as my chance looked like it was gone...until an elderly man who worked there and was escorting her away smiled at me and tossed me a pen. And I got my autograph. And dressed up as long haired Luke Jensen that Halloween. Yay tennis. And Agassi won today, so it is a good day.
