had a trip into the big bad for the olllies and drunken mayhem.
tho the blue meanies are only scraping you off the sidewalk if you're so shit faced you're causing the visitors to have to step over you. the drunk tanks just aren't big enough and the paperwork between so many different branches of rcmp dragged in from far flung provinces would be impossible..yes let's fly them back in 2 yrs time to give witness to young freddies act of public urination due to the total lack of public washrooms....
so enjoy it whilst you can..... that freedom you so crave ..the anarchistic chaos being allowed under the banner of sportsmanship.. see we're really so cosmopolitan we also let our teenagers revel in the streets and puke and piss in doorways.. welcome to vancouver..
i actually enjoyed the downtown energy ..people for the most part happy and oh so patriotic now the foreign press have riled the national outrage.
the street buskers hawking feats of awe and magic,enticing us into their worlds for a brief moment, suspending belief,the cheering at anything, everything and all.
heading up to cypress early sat morning, bleary eyed children, even blearied eyed adults after a late night on the town.. the sun just warming as it cracked the light over the horizon.just as your toes started to freeze the line moving, the thrill of the "wave' working its way thru the waiting crowds.
we went to see the women's aerials, amazing flights of bravery as they fly off the jumps twisting thru the air and landing, most of the time so gracefully, or hop skipping and jumping onto the ground to the finish like children taking those first few uncertain steps...
i wasn't going to attend any of the events, my silent protest to the colossal waste i saw.i'm glad i had the opportunity to support those athletes,their whole lives culminating in those few minutes..
as i sat there with the warm sun on my face ,the view of the mountain before me. i smiled and felt happy , who'd have thunk it....
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