About tattoos, The Stones and Rob Smedley
Oi gente!!
Well, first I wanted to apologize for taking a little time to talk to you this time. It must be because neither I am believing what happened, hahahaah. So far, I'm stopping in the middle of the things I'm doing and I thinking: CARALHO MANO.
Anyway
It all started a few weeks ago, when I had the idea of getting a tattoo for Rob, after what I did for Felipe. It was very simple, just a diamond and the number 19 (XIX) in my knee, and I am very emotional these days and I began to think he deserved one too. So I thought: I'm going to talk about it with him in São Paulo, to ask for an idea, but I gave up because I began to think he would be uncomfortable with the idea.
But then Interlagos came and I could not travel in the same day as my friends and my girlfriend, because I would be busy with my classes. So I had the idea of writing another letter for him, so they could hand it to him for me on the thursday. The letter was pretty simple, I was talking about how I felt about Felipe's retirement (which I was not sad about as long as I knew he was happy) and asked a few things about Rob's future and life. I also told him that I am a teacher, in an architecture college, and that I would see him on Saturday. And then I added a PS, talking about my idea of the tattoo (I would not loose anything for risking, hahaah)
That day, on Thursday, the girls talked to him and he said - every story has a sad side - that he intends to change position in Williams and not travel so much with the team. Well, I confess, I tried not to absorb this information very much to not be more sad for the rest of the weekend. He also received my letter and said he would see me on Saturday. He said he remembered me, HAHAHAH OH ROB YOU.
But then Saturday came (on Friday we went to another hotel in the city because one of my friends intended to deliver a gift she made to Dan Ric) and we went to see Rob. And, of course, he made me suffer (ahahahaah) because all Williams boys had already ARRIVED AND LEFT for Felipe's dinner (they went on a bus, it was very funny) and NOTHING from Rob. I ALMOST DIED. I began to think that he had already came, entered by another entrance, I do not know.
But then he came. I will always marvel at the fact that he gets MORE AND MORE HANDSOME. Do you know that person that you look at and feel like you having to tell them to "fuck yourself" for being so cute? GO FUCK YOURSELF, ROB. But anyway.
He arrived and we began to talk. He asked me a lot of things about me, about my classes, and etc. I said I already had a PhD in Architecture's History and he did not believe, of course. All right, I'm used to it. I said I'm older than I look and he still did not seem to believe XDDD I mean....in fact, I do not know what I said. I swear I'm not too bad in English, but in front of him I can hardly think! It's terrible, terrible! I feel like an idiot. I can not imagine what would happen if I met Felipe. I think I'd forget even Portuguese.
Then I asked if it was true that he would not travel so much with the team and he said yes. I was devastated, and my friend said it would be the last time we would see each other. He made a strange face, and we made him promise that he would come to Brazil next year.
Then my girlfriend remembered the tattoo thing AND I WANTED TO DIE. AGAIN. I died of embarrassment, I thought he was going to scold us or whatever, hahahaah. BUT THEN, PEOPLE, SOMETHING HAPPENED.
He started talking to us about it and said he HAD A TATTOO. I do not know if it's a information that you know, but for me it's very new, hahaha. He said it's on the arm and he was very young when he did. It's the name of his wife * - * (or something, he mentioned the boys too) He even explained that how it was done, in a very homey way, tapping my arm, it was funny. Then we talked about ours, I showed mine to Felipe and he asked me why the diamond. I said it was because Felipe's strength was unbreakable, and he shook his head. We even asked to see his but he was shy and said no, so we did not insist.
AND THEN ALL BECOMES WORSE. OR BETTER WHO KNOWS.
He asked for a paper and said he had an idea. That he had even sought out the David Beckham’s tattoo artist to help him to make a cool design. So, on paper, he wrote "Start me up." He said it was a song that reminded him of the 2008 season. Then he took the paper again and wrote down "you make a grown man cry."
If I had not already been there in spirit at that time (because, anyway) I would fall like a stone. It's a tattoo for the best/ worst year of our lives, and he wants to do it! So he said "get the idea, you can do it" and I could not even think. I just thanked him a lot, and I stayed there imitating a fish, unable to say anything else.
So the girls asked to take pictures with him, and we took our famous group photo. And then, when we're done, someone - I do not remember who - said "hug!" Then he opened his arms, I hugged him and he kissed my face and I died. Once again.
Then he turned to me and asked if I could stay there another 10 minutes so he could come up to get out and bring his shirt for me. SERIOUS HOW DOES IT MAKE IT MORE SURREAL? I EVEN ASK FOR IT! I WOULD WAIT FOR A LIFE DAMMIT. He said then that it had been a shitty quali, but that the shirt would have sentimental value. And then he went up.
After some time circling and going crazy in the lobby, he returned with a little packet from the hotel's laundry. Then he gave it to me and I thanked him. Then my girlfriend asked him to write the song phrase again, because we found out before that he had written behind an autograph of a friend (Nars? Ericsson? I do not remember) So he rewrote, by that time he had already realized that I wanted use his handwrite (FREEEEEAAAAAK MAYBE). Then I opened the package to see the shirt and he "oh shit she wants to see" and began to laugh. Then he said that he had written something for me.
And then I saw the dedication. Start me up was there.
So we hugged again, I thanked him and he left. Ah! We made him promise that he would come to Brazil one more time, and he was gone.
And then came Sunday, that Sunday. And while I cry and sobbed I only thought of him, thinking that Felipe made us cry again. I wanted to hug Felipe so much, hug Rob, hug all of you. I was dying of anger that I could not get any way to send him a letter, I just want this. And I was dying to wish to record it all in my head because it was the best/ worst weekend of my life.
And I have a time with my tattoo artist for Saturday.
Beijos, lindos!!!
Well, first I wanted to apologize for taking a little time to talk to you this time. It must be because neither I am believing what happened, hahahaah. So far, I'm stopping in the middle of the things I'm doing and I thinking: CARALHO MANO.
Anyway
It all started a few weeks ago, when I had the idea of getting a tattoo for Rob, after what I did for Felipe. It was very simple, just a diamond and the number 19 (XIX) in my knee, and I am very emotional these days and I began to think he deserved one too. So I thought: I'm going to talk about it with him in São Paulo, to ask for an idea, but I gave up because I began to think he would be uncomfortable with the idea.
But then Interlagos came and I could not travel in the same day as my friends and my girlfriend, because I would be busy with my classes. So I had the idea of writing another letter for him, so they could hand it to him for me on the thursday. The letter was pretty simple, I was talking about how I felt about Felipe's retirement (which I was not sad about as long as I knew he was happy) and asked a few things about Rob's future and life. I also told him that I am a teacher, in an architecture college, and that I would see him on Saturday. And then I added a PS, talking about my idea of the tattoo (I would not loose anything for risking, hahaah)
That day, on Thursday, the girls talked to him and he said - every story has a sad side - that he intends to change position in Williams and not travel so much with the team. Well, I confess, I tried not to absorb this information very much to not be more sad for the rest of the weekend. He also received my letter and said he would see me on Saturday. He said he remembered me, HAHAHAH OH ROB YOU.
But then Saturday came (on Friday we went to another hotel in the city because one of my friends intended to deliver a gift she made to Dan Ric) and we went to see Rob. And, of course, he made me suffer (ahahahaah) because all Williams boys had already ARRIVED AND LEFT for Felipe's dinner (they went on a bus, it was very funny) and NOTHING from Rob. I ALMOST DIED. I began to think that he had already came, entered by another entrance, I do not know.
But then he came. I will always marvel at the fact that he gets MORE AND MORE HANDSOME. Do you know that person that you look at and feel like you having to tell them to "fuck yourself" for being so cute? GO FUCK YOURSELF, ROB. But anyway.
He arrived and we began to talk. He asked me a lot of things about me, about my classes, and etc. I said I already had a PhD in Architecture's History and he did not believe, of course. All right, I'm used to it. I said I'm older than I look and he still did not seem to believe XDDD I mean....in fact, I do not know what I said. I swear I'm not too bad in English, but in front of him I can hardly think! It's terrible, terrible! I feel like an idiot. I can not imagine what would happen if I met Felipe. I think I'd forget even Portuguese.
Then I asked if it was true that he would not travel so much with the team and he said yes. I was devastated, and my friend said it would be the last time we would see each other. He made a strange face, and we made him promise that he would come to Brazil next year.
Then my girlfriend remembered the tattoo thing AND I WANTED TO DIE. AGAIN. I died of embarrassment, I thought he was going to scold us or whatever, hahahaah. BUT THEN, PEOPLE, SOMETHING HAPPENED.
He started talking to us about it and said he HAD A TATTOO. I do not know if it's a information that you know, but for me it's very new, hahaha. He said it's on the arm and he was very young when he did. It's the name of his wife * - * (or something, he mentioned the boys too) He even explained that how it was done, in a very homey way, tapping my arm, it was funny. Then we talked about ours, I showed mine to Felipe and he asked me why the diamond. I said it was because Felipe's strength was unbreakable, and he shook his head. We even asked to see his but he was shy and said no, so we did not insist.
AND THEN ALL BECOMES WORSE. OR BETTER WHO KNOWS.
He asked for a paper and said he had an idea. That he had even sought out the David Beckham’s tattoo artist to help him to make a cool design. So, on paper, he wrote "Start me up." He said it was a song that reminded him of the 2008 season. Then he took the paper again and wrote down "you make a grown man cry."
If I had not already been there in spirit at that time (because, anyway) I would fall like a stone. It's a tattoo for the best/ worst year of our lives, and he wants to do it! So he said "get the idea, you can do it" and I could not even think. I just thanked him a lot, and I stayed there imitating a fish, unable to say anything else.
So the girls asked to take pictures with him, and we took our famous group photo. And then, when we're done, someone - I do not remember who - said "hug!" Then he opened his arms, I hugged him and he kissed my face and I died. Once again.
Then he turned to me and asked if I could stay there another 10 minutes so he could come up to get out and bring his shirt for me. SERIOUS HOW DOES IT MAKE IT MORE SURREAL? I EVEN ASK FOR IT! I WOULD WAIT FOR A LIFE DAMMIT. He said then that it had been a shitty quali, but that the shirt would have sentimental value. And then he went up.
After some time circling and going crazy in the lobby, he returned with a little packet from the hotel's laundry. Then he gave it to me and I thanked him. Then my girlfriend asked him to write the song phrase again, because we found out before that he had written behind an autograph of a friend (Nars? Ericsson? I do not remember) So he rewrote, by that time he had already realized that I wanted use his handwrite (FREEEEEAAAAAK MAYBE). Then I opened the package to see the shirt and he "oh shit she wants to see" and began to laugh. Then he said that he had written something for me.
And then I saw the dedication. Start me up was there.
So we hugged again, I thanked him and he left. Ah! We made him promise that he would come to Brazil one more time, and he was gone.
And then came Sunday, that Sunday. And while I cry and sobbed I only thought of him, thinking that Felipe made us cry again. I wanted to hug Felipe so much, hug Rob, hug all of you. I was dying of anger that I could not get any way to send him a letter, I just want this. And I was dying to wish to record it all in my head because it was the best/ worst weekend of my life.
And I have a time with my tattoo artist for Saturday.
Beijos, lindos!!!