on to the next one...

It's Friday. Part of me is relieved and another part of me is looking too far ahead into the future and thinking of Monday. After work today I jetted to the coast to be nursed back to health by the one and only Yvonne. My She-Man immune system has failed me and I've been suffering from the literal Olympic Fever on and off for the last two weeks and yesterday it hit me again with a vengeance. This time, though, I think it would be safe to call it the Olympic Blues. The whole of Vancouver seems to be suffering from said bought of despondency. Downtown looks like a bar after the lights have come on. The party's over and everyone has gone home with mascara running down their cheeks and left the garbage for the night janitor. The stragglers are wandering around aimlessly with no drive or determination, with the same look on their faces, "What now?". All of Vancouver is hungover. It's been five days since the festivities officially came to an end and the cloud still has not quite lifted.

I partied into the wee hours on Sunday after our victorious hockey win over Team USA (suckers!), scoring entry into the Redbull party (open bar for hourrrrrs) and then free tickets to Deadmau5 with other parties peppered in between (the photo below being from one of said pepper flakes). I credit my dress for my party successes. Work the next day was brutal but I made it through and slept for an awe inspiring 13 hours that night.

Needless to say, this week has been one of recovery and Yvonne has requested that I come home for a couple of days so she can wait on me hand and foot (my words) and bring me back to health. I am envisioning Disney movies, lemon tea and lots of soup. And taxes. It is that time of year. Georgia is also going to be up with Kathleen and Rim and so I am also hopefully seeing board games and bottles of wine.

If I decided to spend the afternoon tomorrow getting all nostalgic and attacking my dad's record collection, this is what it would sound like.

Enjoy yourselves!
Stay fit, and have fun!