Yesterday I got to go to the Olympics. We bought the tickets – men’s synchronized diving finals – and finally had our moment.
We didn’t sit that close. Still, we got to go.
It started with a tour of the Park, during which I stood 2 feet away from Matt Lauer while he did his broadcast of the Today show.
(You maybe aren’t as familiar with the back of his head as the front.)
And it was brilliant, the energy of the Park. When I boarded the train it was with teams of Team GB fans. The Tube was carrying fans from every nation – USA, Brazil, Australia, France, Germany, Kenya, UK. All over the Park people wore their colors.
I chose which side I was going to support, too.
We started at the Aquatic Center.
It was exciting.
Although Team GB didn’t win. But America is.
And we got to watch the medal ceremony, where America took the Bronze.
I got the chance to go with my favorite sporting partner, too, as his shift ended just before the game.
Alastair continues to work hard (while fortunately getting to enjoy the fruits of his work by seeing games and bits of games). Some have asked what he has done, and as we’re in telecoms it’s probably clear whom he works for if he’s dealing with the Olympics. Every single image carried from the Olympic games to your TVs (or not carried, in the case of NBC censorship) is carried by his company. The work he has been doing is to make it so that we can all upload our photos and videos at each Olympic site, of the joyous news (We won!) to the not-so-joyous (We didn’t win!)
That was my last foray into the Olympics. My parents flew over here for a visit and got to see the Dream Team play on Sunday (for which they were suitably attired).
And they tried to bring the twins in on it.
Although we fought back later in the week and made sure things were even:
Melissa saw Horse Eventing on Tuesday. Alastair continues to work there almost every day, and for us we can sit back and feel like we were (for a few days) a part of something bigger.
All done talking about the Olympics now. Next up – normal life. For us, anyway. Alastair’s life continues to be mildly crazy until end of September.
PS – Up here, dying mah hair.