Wimbledon attempt #1: We arrived at the queue by noon to find out that we wouldn't be able to get in until after 5:00 PM. Starting at 5 it was supposed to rain the rest of the night. We also had our first babysitter available beginning at 4 PM. Looking back, obviously we didn't plan well (ok, at all) and overbooked ourselves. Optimistic point- Mommy got a break in the morning. Daddy was on duty and I got to sleep in, drink my coffee alone and laugh out loud while reading Chelsea Lately. What do you do on a sunny day all dressed up just outside the Wimbledon grounds? Photo opp!
At least we know we're obnoxious with her sometimes.
After enjoying a pint at a bar and before having a Mexican fiesta into a pub crawl in the west end of London. The first bar was on a boat that is permanently docked on the River Thames and overlooks the London Eye and Parliament.
Wimbledon attempt #2: After waking up at the Blossom's house and a quick walk of shame home, we were out the door headed back to Wimbledon. It was Saturday at 8:30 AM when we arrived, which is when the previous day's attendant suggested we come back. Strike 2--- they were already at capacity (8,000 people) and we wouldn't be able to get in until 5:00 PM once again, best case scenario. Online it said once they reach capacity they have a one in one out policy. I asked about this once we arrived and they said once 1,000 people leave; they allow the next 1,000 people in. That's not what I was picturing when I read 1 in 1 out.
Attempt #3: Wednesday morning, Grace and I arrived at Wimbledon by 11:15. There literally was no queue at all! SCORE! After going through security we were finally inside the grounds on a beautifully sunny afternoon.
Attempt #3: Wednesday morning, Grace and I arrived at Wimbledon by 11:15. There literally was no queue at all! SCORE! After going through security we were finally inside the grounds on a beautifully sunny afternoon.
Being one of the top sponsors of Wimbledon, all the clocks on the grounds were Rolex time pieces.
Pimms with strawberries and cream- two staple items in the British culture, especially at Wimbledon. Thanks, Lauren Freeland for making sure I checked this off my to do. Side note: Pimms is disgusting, but the dessert was lovely!
Henman Hill (the viewing Hill of the jumbo-tron if you're not able to land premium court tickets) It reminded me of the lawn at a concert without the smell of pot.
After Grace and I had all afternoon to enjoy the weather and sights at Wimbledon, I talked Michael into leaving work a bit early. I wanted him to meet us for dinner since there wasn't a queue. He wasn't the only one who had this idea. By the time he arrived, the queue was at least 2 hours long. That's when things got shady. I strategically slipped my wrist band off, gave him my ticket and sent him in. Grace and I made it back home just in time for her to get to bed on time.
I think this is one of our coolest pictures. Thanks, Michael.
Remember this from last year? We were out at the cottage watching it. I was anxiously waiting it to be over because I wanted to be outside on the boat instead. Michael wouldn't have anything to do with it.
Just as Michael was about to go home after walking around the grounds for a couple hours, he saw an announcement on the jumbo-tron. Tickets to center court for only 5 pounds. He got in the queue and only waited a couple minutes to land 1st row seats in center court for a men's doubles match.
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