I had the best of intentions to actually catch some of the Men's Slalom today, as we can breeze into the Finish Area any time we wish, or I could have even accessed the course if I really wanted to, but...looking up, looking waaay up, beyond the clouds, beyond the fog - what's that? Clear visibility and 20cms of fresh snow! So, skiing took priority, and so it should, right?
Tonight was our Appreciation Reception from VANOC - they spared no expense...from 5:00 - 6:30, take the chairlift up from the village to the Finish Area, stand around in the public viewing area, have a hot dog, bag of chips, 2 wine or beer, try to hear poor acoustics of Thank You speeches, and at 6:30 we were told to vacate. The best part of the party was riding the chairlift down at night, seeing all the pretty lights of the Whistler Creekside Village. Oh, no - the best part was when they told us to pull out our door prize tickets, and I announced to my friends "Watch this - I always win a door prize - I'm very lucky that way." They all started rubbing their tickets on me, but I told them it was no good - I just had the luck o' the Irish, and it was simple as that. A few minutes later - AHA!! I WON!!! Just hilarious - you should have seen their faces - absolutely priceless - you'd think I had just performed one of Houdini's most perplexing tricks - brilliant! I won an Olympic backpack - I was quite pleased.
Back to the Weasel House, where they stayed open late for us being the last night - more chips and beer - a little toooo much for some - I'm pretty sick of the same munchies night after night, so at least they don't tempt me anymore, and I'm not a huge drinker, so thank goodness for the unlimited water bottles.
More goodbyes...it really is coming to an end...
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