Olympics Part Deux

The last weekend of the Olympics ended up being a bit of a gong show (as it should've been in my opinion). The Significant Other flew in on the Tuesday, and then my childhood best friend and her boyfriend flew in on the Friday. We went for a proper drunken stumble around downtown following the Canadian victory against Russia (I think - details are fuzzy) that night after watching the game with other friends at German house in Stanley park. We couldn't find a cab to get back downtown, so I actually took to flagging down random cars until someone stopped and drove us downtown. The driver told us that his son was selling his boat, so the Significant Other and I decided we would LOVE to buy his boat and I gave him my business card. I shouldn't be allowed to take business cards out drinking with me. Thank god he didn't call.

Since my friends were visiting as well we took them on tour to see all the wonderful things about Vancouver - the gayberhood complete with drag queen sightings, Granville St which literally looks like times square with all the neon signs since they finished construction and we took them to The Trifecta. The Trifecta is a corner on Granville where there is Pizza, Poutine, and Chinese food. I am truly sad that I didn't know about the Chinese food place earlier in life. The Chinese food is particularly of note because if you go in after 2am and order a pot of cold tea they will bring you beer in a tea pot and you can continue your evening... And that we did. Except that it was only mid night when we got there, so they looked at me like I was ridiculous when I ordered the cold tea and brought us beer in beer bottles.

The next morning poor the Significant Other ended up praying to the porcelain gods, so I decided since we had people staying with us, now would be a good time to give him his yoga pants so that he wasn't doing a show in his underwear. He decided that he had to give me my gift as well immediately after that, and he handed me a tiffany's bag along with the lovely commentary of "it's not a ring". So decidedly romantic.

We didn't get up to much the rest of that weekend because the Significant Other came down with a man cold (obviously a much worse cold than anything any woman has ever had), and refused to admit he had a cough, so he wouldn't take cough syrup and kept both of us up all night Sat night and then was unable to leave the couch on Sunday except for twenty minutes to go for a walk after CANADA WON GOLD.

And that was my Olympic experience. Not too shabby eh?

The Olympics Part One

With work slowing down a bit (perhaps for spring break), I decided I would sneak out for a quick trip to check out the Olympics in Vancouver Canada.

I have basically been out drinking every night since the Olympics started with the exception of Sunday night (my liver objected, and then my brain objected after the loss). I went to 2 hockey games, 3 victory ceremonies, curling and figure skating. I even got to take clients out to one of the victory ceremonies. This on top of working remotely a fair bit a lot (and in some cases when I get back to the hotel at 11pm...) is taking it's toll.

Saturday night definitely wins the random story award. I went to Ceilis which is a bar on Granville St (Party Central for the Olympics), so even though I budged in line, I still had to stand in line for a good 45 minutes. By the time I got inside, the girlfriend I went to go meet was leaving, and my guy friend was so drunk that he poured a beer on me, and doesn't remember even seeing me that night. I ended up hanging out with other friends inside the bar, because I was sooooo not going home early after all that. I left to go back to my hotel around 1:30, and this guy on the street handed me a ticket to Club Bud. You can only get into Club Bud if you're a bit of a celeb (there was a legit red carpet I walked - no big deal). Anyways turns out the guy works for the PR company this is pretty much running the Olympics, so he hooked me up with his coworker's phone number who was managing the media at the Bay (which is stupid hard to get into - 2hr line up minimum). I got to go through the media entrance to do my shopping which would've been really cool except that there's nothing left to buy. I bought a little boys hoodie and that was it.

Second place random story goes to my curling adventure. I went on Wednesday to curling with one of my girlfriends. We ended up sitting next to a guy that plays a recurring role as a fire fighter on Greys Anatomy. No. Big. Deal. I haven't actually checked that he's in an episode yet, he claims episode 6 of this season, but either way I'm going to be pumped.

The significant other gets into town the day after tomorrow and we're doing Valentines this weekend, so I got him two pairs of yoga pants, one to make up for the ones I ruined in the flood, and one so he can have yoga pants that live in NNYC. He said whatever he got me was on hold somewhere... me thinks he hasn't actually picked it out yet hahaha.