[mood:
Just gonna lie here a minute and regroup]
[music: Yoav - Where Is My Mind?]
Fernando and other Chelsea players actually held a meet and greet yesterday. BRB, crying tears of blood.
Ugh, it would have been amazing to have had an opportunity to attend a meet-and-greet with Torres, and while I fully realize all the reasons it couldn't be (no way I could have worked this out), I'm still feeling that "so close, but so very far" dichotomy. I mean dangit I was still getting over not being able to attend the Chelsea game! XD Meh, it was probably VIP anyway. Still, not even blood tears can cloud my excitement for getting to watch RM play in person. I doubt there will be a meet-and-greet opportunity for their event since last time they flew in for the game alone (didn't even train here) and are doing a big, expensive shebang on the westcoast section of their pre-season tour, which makes an east coast M&G unlikely.
In related news, OMG SERGIO FINALLY SHAVED.
Shaved, he manages to look even more like Ice Man in his beach shorts shot, though I was thrown off when I first saw it because the placement of the palm trees tricked my eyes into thinking his hair was longer for a second (making me wonder if it was an old photo being shared for the first time). As lovely as that beach cabana shot is, Sergio, your comment about it being the last day at the beach broke me a bit because I was really, really hoping you'd be there long enough to cross paths with 'Nando. I suppose leaving the beach doesn't necessarily mean leaving Miami, but it sounds like he is heading back to join up with the team.
Apparently my so close, so far Philly!football timing is fiddling with Sernando, too. Serg, I really wanted you to tweet "reflecting on the sunkissed ocean with the rat" to a hispter-y photo of you two strolling around on the beach beneah a pink-and-purple streaked sky, or lounging by a sparkling pool with those easy smiles we catch rare glimpses of when a camera's in the right place at the right time. *sighs* I guess this time he's going to have to settle for a private evening of smiles and sighs to the naughty pictures of yourself you handsomely paid hotel staff to slip beneath his pillow. Or, you know, maybe pleasuring himself using the custom-made dildo cast from your dick (your best Christmas present to him ever, amrite?!). Is that even a thing? Wow, why am I so ridiculous and hyperbolic today? I'll tell you why, I've been jonsing since the Euro ended--just wanted a lovely Sernando moment to tie me over until the next NT meet up, but I guess the universe determined after the hyper-intensity of the Euro lovefest, reuniting so soon might create a rip in the space-time continuum. I suspect 2010 World Cup!Sernando created the Cardiff rift...