Hot vs Heavy

Tonight we're going to see some ladies play some tennis. The Bank of the West Classic is this week and weekend down at Stanford and we got tickets for the Friday night quarterfinal, gambling that at least one of the Williams sisters would be in it and there would at least be a chance to see someone else cool.

They announced this morning that we are the winners: the 7pm match will feature Venus Williams vs Maria Sharapova, and also some other people who aren't as hot so we don't care.

The last time I saw professional tennis, or any tennis for that matter, was in 1998 when Jamaica and I were living in London. During Wimbledon, we got re-sold day-of center court tickets. We saw Tim Henman vs someone (Larry? Conrad?) Black. We almost got to see Pete Sampras but it rained.

I was amazed at how much fun it is to watch live tennis, compared to watching it on TV where it is kind of boring. We also honored the Wimbledon tradition of munching on strawberries and cream but in an American girl college student sort of way: fat free vanilla frozen yogurt with strawberries.* Quite.


*We spent the better portion of our time in London freaking out that all they served in coffee shops or anywhere was whole milk, which we referred to as "full-fat" milk; we were at a loss to find skim milk anywhere. This fro-yo option was a miracle.