- In the first end of Can-Swe women's curling we had a Three Beavers Ale, split between the three of us, like the Three Musketeers. In the fourth we pulled out the Chocolate Porter from Granville Island Brewery and it lived up to its cocoa-billing. By the seventh we were worrying about getting a spot for the bigGER game and ripped ourselves away to run through town. Our plan hit an immediate roadblock when the bar, and then EVERY bar, was full (since three hours earlier!) Frantic running around in the spitting rain simply riled us up, and forced us to watch the loss from a sidewalk, peering through a restaurant window.
- An hour or so wasted, but restocked with beer, we arrived back home as the puck dropped on Canada vs Slovakia. We'd hoped for a four-goal cushion by the third, but had to settle for 2 with 15m left in the game so we made the call and ran back out into the night. Keeping up with the score from restaurant window to pub cheers we walked as the lead slipped. With 5 minutes left to play we had to call an audible and stand, again on a sidewalk, to be sure that we'd ensured a gold-medal birth.
- The time ticked off the clock and we turned and ran to Girl Talk. Slipping through security ahead of the massive line that was sure to form we were there in time. Mashed up! Gregg Gillis is a whirlwind who never stopped run/dancing, along with his throng of enlisted dancers from the crowd, and his laptop. It was the best DJ set/club mix/whatever party I've ever listened to live.
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