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 07:02 pm (UTC)BTW, am now going to give bag to Mum for Christmas - it was going to be a thank you for looking after me when I have the op, but as that isn't going to now be until sometime in 2010, Christmas it is.
Can't wait to see her open it as I'm sure she'll love it!
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Date: 2009-11-29 11:02 pm (UTC)Aww, yay! I do hope she likes it. :D