Andy Murray put up a good effort, and I really like him as a young player in the sport. He's charming with his polite little speeches, and hey, he's totally right that he just played against the best player OF ALL TIME in the sport. But, Fed, baby, you're still the one. New York loves you. The world adores you.
Another episode of Gossip Girl tonight, another evening with smoldering looks from one Charles Bass. Like I said last week, his stylists hit it out of the park. I think GG has turned its tables on me. Last season I cared so much about the Dan-Serena drama, but they didn't play up the whole virginity-loss thing quite enough, and those two don't have the sex appeal that seemed so possible. Totes BOOOORING. Now all I give an F about on the show is when Blair and Chuck are going to F. Back of limo, hotel library, Lit lounge, whatever. Bring it on. (Also, did anyone else catch the tension between Vanessa and Rufus? Um, holy hotness, let's get this storyline moving ASAP.)
