***Disclaimer: These are only my personal experience.
As I do not want to be asked to pull down the content.
The floors in the main media centre are over polished.
There is always a small woman in blue cleaning in every hallway.
When you look down at the floors, it’s sickening.
The reflection of the ceiling can be seen clearly and it’s like walking on a mirror.
It does not help my hangover.
This is becoming a trend.
I’m not upset.
My day “off.”
Got a free ticket for the Switzerland vs Sweden game.
Somewhere in the chaos, I turned into a 15-year-old girl.
As a late adapter to Tinder, I became obsessed.
I was spending as many nights as possible partying.
I was back to working a mundane job.
I was reducing my vocabulary to the most basic words possible to accommodate the Russian speakers around me.
The Opening Ceremony happened.
I didn’t have a ticket so I watched a bit of it and fell asleep.
This was probably for the best.
The volunteers were told that if they showed up and waited they would fill empty seats with volunteers.
I’m so happy I slept.
Olympic Village feels more like summer.
The journey back was difficult and I vaguely recall relieving myself at a place I definitely shouldn’t have.
After a lot of wait and a bus ride, we figured things out.
I woke up confused to my new friend’s mother saying “good morning America!”
They fed us water and advil and proceeded to have an awkward bus ride to Olympic Park.
The parentals seemed to like me and gave me a ticket to Women’s Moguls for that evening.
So I got my McDonalds carmel frappe, showered, and proceeded on with some skiing.
Em and I at Moguls.
He figured out where I was and said he would meet me.
Right as he called me to find me and we found each other, fireworks started going off.
Seriously though, a huge fireworks display started.
He was in the know and I ended up meeting pretty much all of the announcers for freeskiing.
My bus ride home was spent being interrogated by Luke VanValin; it was strange.
I’ve also been able to meet up with Em Lonsdale who is pretty much my reason for coming.
I’m so incredibly thrilled for her.
It’s incredibly entertaining standing around with her while Russians ask her to take pictures with them.
I’ve become her paparazzi.
I’ve had a blast at both the women’s and men’s slopestyle events.
My biggest failure moment and hopefully my last has also occurred.
I manage to do something ridiculous on pretty much every trip I take.
Anyway, I was ready to go to men’s slopestyle.
I dropped of my backpack in our office and took the media bus up to the venue.
I get to the ticket scanner and they won’t let me pass.
I brought the wrong ticket.
Em came out to meet me and fed me some fruit and calmed me down.
I insisted she go back in and watch her team mates, but she insisted she stay.
I called my supervisor who happens to be the best I could have asked for.
She calls some people and 20 minutes later everything is handled and I’m watching the event.
I’m so very lucky for that.
I’m so happy I didn’t miss it since USA swept the podium.
My job is easy.
She is working 14 - 16 hour days every single day with out a day off.
We were finally able to bring some joy into her life this week.
Gus and Robin figuring out how to adopt Russian puppies.
Now that I know where I can access my VPN, I’ll probably pick up writing more.
I’ve been a bit scared to post anything.
And on that note.
I found my first real “sochi problem.”
Hopefully we don’t hear about a landslide anytime soon.
Ethan still owes me drinks.
