My day out with Roger Federer
Nov. 28th, 2009 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
louiseluxGuess what happened to me today?
I went back to the O2 Arena to see Roger play. Right! But! I got there with minutes to spare after some interminable fucking around on tube trains that were broken all over London plus much walking. Anyway, I'm rushing up to level 4 where my seat is, high up in the highest gods, and an attendant hoikes me to one side and says: "Are you alone?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Here." And she presses into my hand a new ticket that is for level 1, much better seat than the one I paid for!
"Um, what?" I said.
"We just have a few single seats spare. We like them to be used."
"Thank you. Wow. Thank you!" And she's laughing at the look on my face. Level 1! The fancy seats!
I stagger back down to Level 1, just in time for the match to begin. At first I can't find this strange row called 'GG'. It's clearly not row G. Finally, I ask an assistant. She takes me right down the steps to the front. It's the second row back, to one corner.
I sit down and Roger Federer is basically serving into my face.
I spend the next two hours alternately gaping, texting and taking photos. There was a moment when he leapt off the court into the air to reach a ball, and smashed it down. It was such a perfect display of athleticism that I, and the whole stadium, involuntarily cried out.
Afterwards, in some sort of karmic payback, all the trains at Paddington were delayed and then I got drenched cycling home. But essentially today was a day of amazingness.
I went back to the O2 Arena to see Roger play. Right! But! I got there with minutes to spare after some interminable fucking around on tube trains that were broken all over London plus much walking. Anyway, I'm rushing up to level 4 where my seat is, high up in the highest gods, and an attendant hoikes me to one side and says: "Are you alone?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Here." And she presses into my hand a new ticket that is for level 1, much better seat than the one I paid for!
"Um, what?" I said.
"We just have a few single seats spare. We like them to be used."
"Thank you. Wow. Thank you!" And she's laughing at the look on my face. Level 1! The fancy seats!
I stagger back down to Level 1, just in time for the match to begin. At first I can't find this strange row called 'GG'. It's clearly not row G. Finally, I ask an assistant. She takes me right down the steps to the front. It's the second row back, to one corner.
I sit down and Roger Federer is basically serving into my face.
I spend the next two hours alternately gaping, texting and taking photos. There was a moment when he leapt off the court into the air to reach a ball, and smashed it down. It was such a perfect display of athleticism that I, and the whole stadium, involuntarily cried out.
Afterwards, in some sort of karmic payback, all the trains at Paddington were delayed and then I got drenched cycling home. But essentially today was a day of amazingness.
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Date: 2009-11-29 01:16 am (UTC)The trains! Omg, I just spent approximately 17 hours getting home from London. Took me 2.5 hours to get there, and actually, without added exaggeration, 5 hours to get back. Unbelievable. I heard there were problems with trains in places today. Nearly got smothercated at Victoria, too, being a n00b when it comes to the tube and not having any experience with the people and the fumes. Clearly not a good train day for either of us.
Well, next time we will meet up and hopefully actually go to matches and fangirl! And lurk around looking like we'd be perfect people for row GG seats. ;D