There is no part of being stuck on a bus for an hour that is not awesome.

Except for all of it.

I am filled with trepidation and urine – the Olympics don’t start for another 10 days, and it’s already getting crazy in the core. I woke up early on purpose and took a bus that would have gotten me to work with plenty of time to spare – except the bus was late, the traffic was ridiculous, and things broke and caused a conga line in Gastown. I’ve been waiting for the weather to make up its mind one way or another so I can scoot, but I’m starting to think that this won’t be as foolproof a plan as I had hoped. Maybe I’ll just try to look crazy. Everyone always avoids the crazy person.

While I’m not doing anything for the Olympics in any sort of official manner, I WILL be blogging throughout the event. I’m accredited as a “Social Reporter”, which is not as fancy (but much more fun) as it sounds – but I get to make a badge and pretend I’m media, so that will be fun. Also, I’m one of the few people who can deliver Olympic observations with the sheer irrelevance they deserve, so clearly you should stick around.

I haven’t decided if I’m getting excited about the event yet, but I DID take the 12th off of work. I’m planning on just .. hanging out. I want to see what goes on downtown. The opening ceremonies don’t start until 5pm, but I imagine a whole lot of people will be arriving on that day. If the weather cooperates, I’m planning on scooting around town and watching the fun.  Maybe I’ll get arrested! I’ve been trying awfully hard, but The Law hasn’t caught up to me yet!

*ahem* I don’t really care about sports, but maybe this will be worth watching after all.