Vancouver--Epilogue

Well, it's over. I've survived 27 days in Vancouver. (The term "survived" being used very loosely.) I spent my last day in Vancouver NOT WORKING!! Linda and I stopped by the local pub to watch the USA vs. Canada hockey game. We were outnumbered 100 to 1, but finally another Yank came and sat with us. (Picture of hostile, yet polite, Canadians.)

We couldn't watch the entire game because we had to get to closing ceremonies. Don't know if you watched it but HOLY CRAZY CANADIANS. I've been telling you for a month now that Canucks are nuts--and the closing ceremonies proved it.

When you have Michael Buble singing in a mounty suit while giant beavers are pulled around the stage and inflatable mounties are intermingling with Vegas-style maple leafs--you have a marijuana-induced Canadian party.

Throw in William Shatner, Hedley (who?), Catherine O'Hara and a smattering of other "famous" Canadians and you have quite the melee. All that was missing was the Team USA doc balancing a chair on his chin.

But the team is coming home with some cool hardware. This is me and Trevor Marsicano with his silver medal, and me with J.R. Celski and Travis Jayner with their bronze medals. Fantabulous!

Now just sitting in the airport, waiting for my 6 am flight. Can't get home soon enough!!!! Okay, Shelley. You can have the baby now. Well, now meaning anytime after 4 pm this afternoon.