First and foremost, I’d like to wish a very happy birthday to my traveling companion and partner in crime watishista mygypsyspirit! We were lucky enough to meet because of this blog and a beautiful friendship has grown out of it. One that has seen some epic and hilarious moments involving El Clasico in Madrid, Lamborghinis, cup holders, skinny patchouli scented hipsters, bass players, fanboys, Michigan coffee shops, golf carts in NJ arenas, Fauxka, glorious food, loose goats, inspirational music, slanderous tales, fine art, endless hailstorms, inability to work heaters or reverse cars, creepy amusement parks where ghost poodles steal your soul whilst humping your leg and footy. Lots and lots of footy. It’s been an adventure, kid. Here’s to many more. ::mwah:: Continue reading
Personally, I find this whole #therewillbehaters campaign by Adidas to be repugnant. I know it is all meant to be tongue-in-cheek, but isn’t there enough hate going on in and around football? Do we really need to celebrate it in commercials and campaigns and fuel the fire for the sake a damn dollar? Continue reading
The team got back to business after a day off. We face Villareal on Sunday. Continue reading
*Sorry not sorry, my Sondheim love is showing. How could I resist quoting Company? I obviously couldn’t especially since Elaine Strich was left out of the Oscars In Memoriam montage last night. WTF? Here’s Stritchie growling her way through Ladies who Lunch.
Our fine gentlemen have the day off so I thought I’d catch up with the luscious Mr. Beckham who is now the face of Haig Club Single Grain Scotch Whiskey. Me? I can’t stand that particular tipple. Shigs thinks this is a massive failing on my part. She’s probably right BUT considering how many things I do drink, it’s probably best if I have a few that I don’t. Continue reading