Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Day 11- The weather is hell
I heard yet another snowstorm is bearing down on the East Coast. Ironically, here at the Winter Olympics it feels like summer. The temperature today is in the 60s. I rolled out of bed at 1 PM and actually sunbathed on my terrace. And the sun felt very warm. It ain't Hawaii but it ain't bad.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Galleria
Please note the valuable original Russian art as displayed on the wall of my room.
Also note that it's hanging 3 inches from the ceiling. That's because the room is normally occupied by basketball players.
Walking dead
Poor Bob Costas. A multi-millionaire who does't have to come to work. Not sure if they will dock him today's pay.
I'm on the bus back to the hotel. Across the aisle is a guy from the BBC complaining to a co-worker that he thinks he may have the flu. I may set an Olympic record for holding your breath on a bus.
Must head straight to the bar to apply Jack Daniel's to my tonsils for medicinal purposes.
Oink!
Although the food here is good it seems that seven out of eight days dinner consists up some iteration of pork. don't get me wrong, I love eating pork. But I'm starting to really crave spaghetti and meatballs. I can't help but think a truckload of pigs turned over somewhere near here recently. At least I hope it was recently.
Make it green
Every day there's a list of items to be completed for the primetime show. My voice is on a lot of these. As each is completed a green checkmark is placed next to it...when everything is finished and ready for air it's referred to as the Christmas tree being lit. But Santa never comes. Watch tonight and follow along at home. Or go to a bar and make bets on what commercial is next. It's not green by accident. Green is the color of money.
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