Here is the badge of honor we both earned yesterday. We had Wimbledon fever, and once we remembered that we lived just a couple hours away from where all the action was happening, we had to go.
6:22 am: driving away from our doorstep
8:58 am: arriving at the end of the infamous "Queue". We are 11,424th in line. Seriously.
11:30 am: still in the queue, the sun is hot
1:30 pm: still in the queue, the sun is still hot
3:30 pm: still in the queue, searching for bits of shade
4:50 pm: still in the queue, staring at the end in sight, sunburned
5:04 pm: disbelief that we actually just stepped inside!
We drove for 4 hours. We experienced "The Queue" for a full 8 hours. And we watched tennis at Wimbledon for 4 hours. A Saturday well spent. ;)
I can confirm two things about the Wimbledon tournament: first, they do play on real grass. I had a pointless conspiracy theory that the grass was fake. Second, the players really are young. Marc kept insisting that we were accidentally watching the junior/youth tournament until we started recognizing faces. They look so much older on TV (why?) but I can indeed confirm that the 30 best tennis players in the world are in fact my age and much younger. And dang they're good.