The Sydney player's party was today, or last night, or possibly three nights from now; I don't know, that time difference is starting to fuck with my mind.
Anyway, a lot of people were there, and most of them looked incredibly special.
First, I think Lacoste needs to rethink their sizing. Second, Sam, I'm not saying it's a requirement, I'm just saying... a little effort in the hair and makeup department wouldn't kill you.
Dy-no-MITE!
Virginie apparently came straight from an archeological dig.
I don't have the first fucking clue what's going on here.
Intriguing. Where, exactly, would one even go about buying those jeans? Or were they a crafts project she and Dinara worked on in the hotel?
A glitter-free halter jumpsuit. Well, now I just think I'm being Punk'd.
I think I had a very similar outfit to this the summer I was 12. Is 1990 back?
Is he auditioning to be the dweeby poor kid in a second edition of Laguna Beach?
Someone's girlfriend needs to do a better job of hiding the hair gel.
So many possible snarks. Most of which involve the possible proximity of Ernests Gulbis.
Annnnnd... scene.
