Zzzzzz

Just got back to the hotel after my longest day yet. 14 hours. The final few hours just waiting around to voice a promo. But as I dozed off on the bus ride home, I realized it's 3:30 AM on Sunday. That means technically I'm leaving tomorrow. 

I also must be fairly high up in the pecking order because I got on the first flight out of here on Monday. All the stars will be on board. If this baby goes down my name will be in very small print. 

Tomorrow we have to get our boarding passes and check our bags at the hotel in the afternoon. Which means I'll be rid of my giant suitcase, my kitschy Sochi backpack and teddy bear, and my NBC talent suitcase crammed with wardrobe until I wrestle them out of EWR.

Dimitri my new Russian bartender friend got kind of choked up tonight and said he would miss us. Which is amazing because even I won't miss us. The bar at the hotel is open 24 hours a day because of the staggered shifts of media workers. It is certainly different having an after work cocktail at 3 o'clock in the morning. But when the place is mobbed, which it usually is, it feels perfectly normal.