How (Not) to Snag a Soccer Superstar...

The afternoon started like any when getting ready for the greatest date of your life... I took my sweet time getting ready, even attempted chalk-dying my hair to give it that extra AMURICA oomph.

And while it didn't show up very well on my dark hair, it's definitely a good just-crawled-out-of-Bonnaroo look. If you're into that.

MJ on our way in!

So, Carlos sprung a little bit of a surprise on me... he has found himself an adorable family, baby and all. Blarg. :/

And while my heart was crushed and USA lost, we still managed to have a good time from our fancy pants standing only (!?) section of the stadium.

Carlos, my sweet, sweet Carlos...

Five out of the record-setting crowd of 67,619 spectators! 

And the only thing to nurse a broken heart and an empty belly is Amphora... so we went for a super late dinner and I drowned my sorrows in delicious diner food... :(

Listen Carlos, I'm going to need some time to recover from this. Well, time and a double dose of Tim

Howard.

... who is happily married. 

ARG.