Fedexed

Unless you've been distracted by the Brangelina "breakup" and Tony Abbott's "Gift" (the later may have put you into a coma, for which you could be forgiven) you'll be aware that a little thing called The Australian Open has been on for the past week and a bit...
After years of late nights in front of a small TV with bad reception, I finally decided to head down to melbourne to watch the game in all it's glory - BEST DECISION EVER!!!!!!!!! Rod Laver Arena is perfect, and combined with Andy Roddick losing (never been a fan) and watching a friendly doubles match between 'The Woody's" and Pat Rafter & Henri Laconte, I was one happy gal :-) then the unthinkable happened - Nadal retired in the quarter final with a knee injury. Now i've seen footage of girls crying at Beatles and Rolling Stones concerts and airport arrivals, but I did not expect to see tears at the Open, let alone shed some myself. It was a perfect and surreal night - I wholeheartedly encourage you to buy a ticket next year!! Anyway, that brings me to tonight's event The Men's Singles Final... my fellow Midnight Rambla and I have spent many a night watching our favourite players win and lose. Tonight we're saving a bottle of Penfolds and maybe some homemade chocolate croissants to watch Andy Murray beat Roger Federer. In the unlikely event that this happens, prepare to hear squeals of delight in a 10km radius...