The Big 'O' has been over for over three weeks now, and the flashbacks just keep coming.
Games time was such a blur it was kinda like January to April in 60 seconds. I still find myself thinking that Valentines Day is around the corner, and the flowers poking up through the dirt are way too early. Did that winter really just happen?
But wasn't it great? It was like one big hairy 1960s love-in without the acid. There was so much goodwill, joy and "I love you man's," and it still makes we want to break out in a rousing rendition of 'Koombaya.'
Hippie references aside, I loved it, man.
Thank God, because after all that build-up I was ready to lose it. A month before the games started, I just wanted them to be over.
It was a lot to get used to all at once. Closed parking lots and closed roads. You couldn't just "pop" into Creekside for milk (which was 20 per cent more expensive seemingly overnight). The whole concept of just "popping" was over. Except for those stee-oopid yellow pylons on the road that kept popping up for no apparent reason other than to hinder snow clearing and quick passage of emergency vehicles.
Driving at night was particularly treacherous. The myriad of old lines and new ones were confusing, and when the Olympic lane coming into Whistler opened up, I was almost taken out several times by a bus or VANOC vehicle traveling in the second lane that I was totally unaccustomed to.
I jealously said goodbye to a whole slew of friends who left town to avoid the inconvenience and waited for the shitshow to begin.
But then everything miraculously started to work and, as anyone who was here knows, the town was swept up in such a euphoric vibe that even the most bitter naysayer became an enthusiastic participant.
And it was so representative of our province. I mean, when the torch looks like a flaming joint and the podium resembles a gathering of stumps in a clear-cut it just screams, "British Columbia, baby!"
Now I feel sorry for all the people that left, even if they came back with fabulous tans.
And now while in the midst of rip-roaring Party Three, the WSSF, I've compiled a list entitled: "Things I Learned at the Winter Olympics."
So before I get swept up in this new round of partying and forget everything, here it is:
Transit Can Be Fun!
I'm guilty of rarely taking the bus, so this public transportation concept was hard for me to wrap my head around. I had a job entertaining at Whistler Olympic Park, and then I realized that to get there on time I'd have to get up at five in the morning.