February 18, 2010
No time to check my horoscope for today. Had a panic attack this morning when I thought my car had been stolen. Turns out I had a brain fart last night, parking where I usually do. Unfortunately, I failed to notice the No Parking sign in effect during the Olympics. No fun trying to figure out where my car had been towed. Less fun shelling out the money to get it back. They took no leniency despite the fact I pleaded for a break considering I’m jobless.
I called Marella and sobbed enough to get her to quit work early and meet me for a couple of beers at the Irish House. Didn’t really feel Irish—especially since the band played a Steve Miller Band song. Loved the men’s figure skating later on! Some hot men in the pack. Samuel Contesti has a smile that slays me. Marella spent more time flirting with the frat dude beside her. If he hadn’t kept going back to the concession stand, she would have missed the entire competition. (By my count, dude scarfed down a half dozen hot dogs, two pretzels, a pot pie and four or five beers. No doubt he was disappointed that deep-fried chocolate bars were nowhere to be found.)
Walked home from downtown, making the crawl down Granville as partiers hollered and donned Team Canada jerseys. Amazing atmosphere! Olympic-style Mardi Gras. Vancouver has never felt more alive. So thrilled to be here!
KEN’S JOURNAL (via BlackBerry):
LITERALLY STARTED BITING MY NAILS FOR THE 1ST TIME IN MY LIFE TODAY. CANADA EDGED SWITZERLAND IN A SHOOTOUT. HOW DID IT EVER COME TO THAT?! I SERIOUSLY CAN’T PROCESS ANYTHING ELSE. DOESN’T HELP THAT I WEANED MYSELF OFF THE NAILS AND SWITCHED TO CHOWING DOWN ON EVERY SNACK ITEM I COULD FIND IN THE KITCHEN: CHEESE PUFFS, DORITOS, THREE-YEAR-OLD HALLOWEEN CANDY—EVENTUALLY HAD TO RESORT TO FREEZER-BURNED FRUTCAKE. I’M ASHAMED OF MY BINGE, BUT PROUD TO BE CANADIAN.