I am a huge fan of the Olympics. I love everything about it. When I heard that 150 Olympians were going to be interviewed by Oprah on Wednesday so close to me I almost melted on the floor. Of course the tickets to this event were sold out, of course I had class, of course there were hundreds of people lined up to get into the park where they’d be interviewed. And of course I brought my camera with me just in case I got a glimpse of one of those wonderful athletes. My chances of seeing an Olympian was looking slim considering I had to be in class.
I have told this story about 102 times but I am going to tell it again (and probably a few more times after this) After class I started to walk back to my place. When I saw someone point out the massive amount of cop cars surrounding a couple open top tour buses. I looked up and there they were in all their Olympic glory, wearing USA jumpsuits and medals. I completely forgot about my camera in that moment, instead I punched the guy standing next to me (don’t ask me why, I am not sure what came over me) then I started waving like a fool. They waved back and I practically fell over with excitement. Of course, I didn’t think about taking my camera out of my bag until the tour bus drove away. I’m not too upset about it, because they waved. I might have followed the bus, I might have found out which hotel they were staying at (the general public was not allowed in there, boo) and I might have waited around a few hours to see if they’d return. Some might say I am a stalker.
The stage they were interviewed at…
There is red, white, and blue confetti everywhere.
Yesterday was a really good day.