You knew that it would happen eventually. (It's inevitable when you really stop and think about it — my boyfriend's a soccer nut. And he's South American to boot.)
So ... we watched the World Cup opening ceremonies live from Munich this morning. It included 200 spinning fräuleins, about 300 lederhosen-clad men doing what I hope was a traditional folk dance, and (for the inclusive factor) juicy couture-clad teenagers hip-hopping along with some David Hasselhoff-knockoff German pop star. (Thank goodness the SS tap squad stayed home.)
Tomorrow: getting up at 5 a.m. to watch the games.