In the week before the Super Bowl between the Patriots and the Giants, guest blogger and international supermodel Gisele Bundchen* will be recording her thoughts and experiences as she prepares to cheer on husband Tom Brady this Sunday.
Ugh. Or should I say, "UGG?" I can't believe I'm in Indianapolis... I don't even know what state this town is in, but there are so many white people I cannot believe it.
I flew in from Sao Paulo yesterday, and it was absolutely a nightmare of a flight. For starters, they only had sparkling white wine in first class, not real champagne, which should have tipped me off that this trip would be awful. Tom didn't say a word to me the entire time. He says he was "focusing," but I had a book of beginner sudoku to keep me company. I tried to tell Tom that when he got to wherever they're playing the Super Bowl or whatever, he should wear the lipstick UGGs to make a strong statement to reporters that he's not going to be intimidated, but he just frowned and said he was going with chestnut. I said it's not right for him to ignore me on these matters because I am a supermodel, but he just told me I pronounce "it's" like "eez" and he couldn't take me seriously. We didn't speak the rest of the flight.
When I got off the plane, I was like, OH MY GOD, I can't believe this place smells like cows or corn or something. I don't know. It just stinks. Sometimes, when I have to follow Tom to Buffalo or Indianapolis or wherever, I start to think about Leo again. I know it's wrong... but I can't help it. We could be on a beach and I would dress him up in pretty J. Edgar Hoover lady clothes and we'd do some fun things in the hotel. Oh, Leo...
But here I am, stuck in the Marriott, which is frankly not exactly what me, my stylist, my publicist, my nanny, my driver, my personal shopper, my shoe shiner, my underwear tester, my bowel masseuse, my hairdresser, my physician, my alternate stylist, and my toe relaxer are used to. They don't even have a W in this village, which I could at least make livable. I'm so bored. I'm going to have to find something to do tomorrow because I've already read the latest French Vogue three times cover to cover. We heard Vince Wilfork is throwing a hotel party tomorrow night, because he wants to bring "a little bit of The U to Indy." I don't know what that means, but it sounds like it could be fun.
Tom just poured a pitcher of ice water down his pants. He said it helps him prepare, but he's lying in the bathtub crying right now, and when Tom cries, Benjamin cries, so I better go take care of them both now. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
;) -Gisele
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*Not actually Gisele Bundchen. Or IS IT???
