the couv: day seventeen

oh Vancouver 2010, such a joy it has been....

it's been a fantastic seventeen days (what I've managed to see of it with the little time I've scraped together between work and rehearsal and school and rehearsal and sleep and rehearsal...) and I'm kind of sad that it's all over... but if there's one silver lining it's that I don't have to hear one more rendition of the "I Believe" song. yes, they are all beautiful and haunting and epic. and repetitive, and unnecessary. I think I would be happier if they brought back celine, and it takes a lot for me to say that.

BUT, obnoxious french-canadian pop sensations aside, it's been wonderful. and I'm going to miss it, and I've never wanted to go skiing SO BADLY - all in time muahahaha YAY - but downhill anything has kinda gone right over my head, this year, it's all about hockey and figure skating

I remember it being awesome, but not THAT awesome. and even now, as I watch the closing ceremonies fire up into their usual spectacular dimensions, I still think my favourite moment was still the first dance by scott moir and tessa virtue....

these two were nothing but perfect, and as such I have developed a huge crush on both of them. it's not enough that they both look like abecrombie models, but they're beyond adorable in everything they do and say, and they move like nobody I've ever seen. That wasn't figure skaters on that rink... it was a matador and a gypsy, dancing on knives, and defying gravity.
nothing but gorgeous, it was possibly the most un-tragic thing you could ever witness and I still wanted to cry... well played canada, well played.

♥ ♥

and I suppose I should go soak it up while I still have the chance, the closing ceremonies are still on, and chances are I'm gonna be like 50 when they come back to canada...

and at that point, god DAMN if I won't be sitting in those closing ceremonies after a week of magic! it's gotta happen, happen sometime.

maybe I'll just head up to Sochi next summer,

Russia always sounded nice to me.... ;)