Monday, March 1, 2010

trying to recover from Olympic fever...

I love the Olympics in a really big, really shameless, "I would rather stay up way too late and watch ice dancing instead of socializing" kind of way.

So if you're anything like me, you've spent the last two weeks glued to your television every night; watching atheletes from around the world compete in winter sports from nail-bitingly fast skeleton, wildly raucous snowboard cross, gloriously bedazzled ice skating and dancing, and the various carving and jumping and flipping of skiing.

And if you're a lot like me, you found yourself tearing up frequently, everytime someone's Olympic dreams came true. I couldn't help it. I have totally been a victim of NBC's emotionally charged coverage of Lindsey Vonn's struggles, Shaun White's crazy tricks, Apollo's facial hair, Joannie Rochette's strength and the pure adorableness of Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir. (And congrats, Canada, on that hockey game - it was quite a fight.)

It all made me cry. I cried watching it in prime time, and I cried again while watching the recaps and making toast in the morning. I was the same way over the summer games two years ago.

So you can Imagine my absolute elation when my friends and I finally got our lives together and made our way up to Vancouver, B.C. for a brief and wonderous encounter with the Winter Olympics.

I won't go on and on about how amazing it was, I'll just show you pictures. Luckily though (and contrary to what I expected), I didn't cry then entire 20 hours we were there.

Robson & Granville... the epicenter of all the action

Revelers on Granville in the late afternoon...

Support Team Canada

The Olympic flame...

Gabriel brought out his flag cape...

Gabriel

Flag boys

Jim & Gabriel found a Canadian flag cape buddy...

Leaving my mark on a table at The Cambie...

The Cambie...

Bandanas

Strolling to find some late night food, circa 3am...

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