Thanks for the tip, Kelly.
(Pic: Alina Jidkova's Twitter)
"Psst! What are we doing for dinner?"
"I could definitely do pizza. Burritos sound good, too. Sushi, maybe?"
"Although, I could do pasta. I mean, I can always do pasta. You like pasta, right? Yeah, let's do pasta. I'm not gonna lie, I could eat the shit out of some pasta."
"ALLLLLLLBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEERRRRRTOOOOOOOOOOOO. Are you even listening?"
"What's that dude's problem? Anyway, you guys feel like some 'za?"
"Hey, you feel like pizza? Feli! FELI!!!
Fine. Whatever. Don't talk to me."
"BRO! CAN YOU ORDER UP SOME PAPA JOHNS, DUDE? EXTRA RANCH!"
Let's be real. Serena looked HAWT at this pre-Oscar party. And it looks like she didnt have to bedazzle a boot to match.
Oh, what's that? Did you just silently ask me what my thoughts were on the Oscars? You didn't? Oh, well I don't believe you so I'm going to rant now: Kirk Douglas should have never been on that stage (HAWKWARD), you NEVER play Sorkin off the stage, Melissa Leo's speech was retahded, loved Ben the Baby Daddy helping Natalie up on stage, Colin's speech was so meta, Fincher was ROBBED, and holy shit, Trent Reznor is an Oscar winner.
And let's be real, Toy Story 3 was the best movie of the year. But seeing as that couldn't win, I'm still bummed about Social Network.
And from his loins, sprang dolphins.
Nole, Jelena, and little brow Marko (!!!) hung out with a dolphin in Dubai. Yeah, I'd keep an eye on that dolphin too, Jelena. We don't know what's going on under the water. Dolphins can get frisky.
(Pics: Getty, AP)
See? We have diving in tennis, too! Except when we do it, no one makes fun of you (*cough*soccer*cough*).
Unless your name is Gael Monfils.
Oh no...not the hat...NOT THE HAT!
FUCK! Where's my hat?!?! WHERE'S MY HAT?!?!??
Phew. GET ON MY HEAD.
Internal Monologue: "I have no idea what just happened."
"No, but seriously. Did you guys see what happened?"
"Yeah, your cap fell off and you're bald."
Inner Monologue: "What language are they speaking? Also, WHERE AM I???"
It's like she plays a version of tennis that only exists in her mind. She's like the anti-Neo.
It's cute that you guys all get along, but GODDAMMIT, FLAVIA.
Just wanted to confirm: She's still little.
Nice try, ladies. But despite what you may have heard, a drunk vagina is still going to get pregnant. Alcohol and bubbles ain't gonna stop those little fuckers.
As is always the case with Fran, the pictures tell the story.
In case we leave the weekend and forget, Jarka capped off a fantastic swing on her new home soil, winning Hobart, a solid run in Melbourne, and a three-set win over a top 5 player. Something tells me Australia welcomes you, Jarka.
My favorite picture of the weekend.
(Pics: Getty, Fed Cup Site)
It's been almost a week since the last ball skid across the blue courts of Melbourne Park and, to be honest, I'm still in a complete daze. So much happened and yet, given the gut-punch of Sunday night, it's taken me a while to even remember all the awesome stuff from this year's Aussie Open.
Thank GOD for pictures.
Don't worry. That's just how ninjas recharge. It's meditation, homes.
I hear ya, Fran. I totes hear ya.
Hey. Remember when Andy looked good in white and was also pretty good at tennis?
Yeah, me neither.
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Are we really already at Championship weekend. I have to say, this whole experience has gone incredibly fast. But for all the tennis I've seen over the past four weeks all across Australia, from Perth, to Sydney, to Melbourne, I have to say that in all honesty...
I AM SO NOT SICK OF IT. This sport is just the best. It absolutely 100% kicks all other sports' saggy asses and I have pictures to prove it.
YOU GUYS. STOP IT. YOU'RE KILLING ME.
It's like they're reading FD and doing this just to toy with me. Which I'm totally ok with.
Oh, Antonio. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, huh?
Adorable. All of it. But you're still my fave, Leather.
(Pics: Hopman Cup site)
He knew you when you wore braces. He still wanted to be friends.
And when you could clearly beat him in an arm wrestling competition, he was man enough not to be intimidated.
He liked you even though you wore ridiculous accessories.
Your families are tight.
And he just...keeps...asking.
You two are adorable. Thanks for making Hopman Cup so fun.
You're more than welcome to use this as your wedding slideshow.
Pics from the New Year's Eve Hopman Cup Ball have been posted and, as expected, they are glorious.
Laura, her family, and what looks to be a diamond encrusted Snitch.
Lleyton having a good time.
Slava rocking the shit out of her dress. Love the hair, too.
Justine. I think.
LiveStrong bracelet? Check. Skate shoes? Check. No tie? Check.
LET'S GO PARTY!
Nole with the $8000 autographed guitar (by Queen) that he bought as a gift.
Nole rocking some pretty amazing "Stare-Off-Into-The-Distance-Can't-Focus-My-Eyes-ZOMG-Gotta-Pretend-I'm-Not-Shithoused" Face. Cheers to you, Falcon. Well-earned.
(Pics: Hopman Cup site)