It's so odd to read the recap of the first quarter of the season and know what we know now. Roland Garros, was...crazy. Like seriously insane.
- Gilles does his best Alexander Rybak impression.
- Rafa and Ana continued their adorable blind puppy dog flirtation.
- Pretty much sums up Ana's season.
- This might have been Tati's only 2009 appearance on FD.
- Tennis Channel does a solid and actually puts together a nice profile on Dina, the Rads, and Boots.
- Oh, Flavi, no.
- Carrie foreshadows an "alternate universe".
- Jo played dress up.
- RG always gives us pretty pictures.
- The Gypsy gives Tracy Jordan-like pressers.
- Dina opened up a bakery in Paris.
- Paris said goodbye to Marat and Fabrice.
- Maria fought and clawed her way to the quarters. And she reminded me why I love her.
- Karma's not a bitch, he's a fucking asshole.
- The French actually showed up in Paris.
- Agnes!
- Aravene foreshadows her general awesomeness.
- I submit my application for official Janko hand-job giver.
- Four!
- Huh. Completely forgot this happened.
- Oh, Kolya.
- WORST. DAY. EVER.
- I was really busy at work during RG. So Carrie stepped in. And was thankfully sensitive.
- I coped with RafAna's double loss the only way I knew how. Bonnie Tyler.
- I mean, seriously, RG was insane.
- It's fun to think "what if". And by "fun" I mean "kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic."
- Baby Elf!
- People rooted for Sam. Well, at least one person. They're so adorable.
- Vika began a pattern.
- Jesus Christ. Did I really need to be reminded that Domi made a Slam semifinal?
- But it was nice to be reminded of this.
- Mirka started using her wedding gifts.
- Dina got revenge. And is a bit of a whore.
- And it was childhood buddies Dina and Sveta in the finals. And Carrie and I were truly conflicted as to the result. But we couldn't be happier for Sveta, who is awesome.
- Conflicted is the opposite of how I felt about the Men's final. More like apathy.
- Fed won. The Gods cried.
And thus we said goodbye to the whacked out clay season. The best cure for that stressful shit?
Smoking some grass...
