The Life & Miss-Adventures of Emme Rogers
Well you all already know that I love the Opera! So needless to say I am most excited to be going to a very contemporary political opera tonight – Nixon in China – as a part of the Cultural Olympiad. But I am even more excited after seeing this video of the rehearsals.
Much like the Paralympians, this cast and crew are everyday looking people capable of super human feats! Can’t wait!!!!
I spent nearly an hour with a huge crowd watching a man on a strange unicycle, waiting for something really big to happen. There was so much build up going on that it was like watching a bad movie where you feel you have to stick it out to the end. Meanwhile, I realized we were all missing the Olympics. Was this really more interesting?
The engaging power of a unicycle
We decided to leave and never saw the big finish. As we walked around, I started to think about all the things people are doing other than watching the games. Myself included, they are spending hours standing in line. The day before, I spent nearly 3 hours waiting to get into the Atlantic Canada House for their Kitchen Party. It was well worth it and I did make some new friends whom I’ll never see again, but it was 3 hours spent waiting, rather than watching.
Standing in Line-The new Olympic sport
There were hundreds of people that unicycle night drinking hot chocolate and ice skating at Robson Square. Even more were just sitting on the steps watching dancers perform. There were crowds waiting for balloon animals and my favourite all time non-game watching activity….the rice cracker maker! This machine would twirl around and shoot rice crackers out like fire works.
A delicious distraction
Wow
There were so many people just roaming the streets trying to be a part of the action. As I’ve had a chance to reflect on this revelation, I’ve realized that I have watched less of the Olympic games than ever before in my life because I live in the city that is hosting them. I have wanted to be with all the other excited people from Canada and all around the world and that has led me to downtown or surrounding areas where I have been nowhere near a television, but captivated by spirit. I have to admit, that as thrilled as I am for the amount of medals Canada is winning, I am most proud of the fact that I got picked up while filling up with gas the other day and invited out to party with some out of town boys! Of course, as a mom and wife I had to pretend I was unfortunately busy, but knowing you’ve still got what it takes is worth gold. I do enjoy watching our athletes, but given the chance, I can see how some might pick this alien dance party instead.
I’ve never liked being left on the side lines. I like to be in the game.
This is one of the many reasons why I am not an arm chair athlete and admittedly have not watched much of the Olympics on TV. So what have been up to instead? Well, competing, of course.
What? You haven’t heard of me? Which sport am I in? No worries, I take absolutely no offence, as you see I’m in one of the experimental sports. They are doing a soft launch of it this year with just two athletes – myself and hummingbird604. And as we are all about inclusion are sporting events extends over both the Olympic and the Paralympic Games.
So what’s the sport? Well, really its a long standing Olympic tradition played undercover. Yes, that’s right, the hummingbird and I are competing for whom can get the most Olympic dates. And NO, not, as others have suggested, the most Olympic shags. Neither, the hummingbird or I are tarts. Simply, the most Olympic dates.
So far I am in the lead at 5 -3, despite twitter betting against me. So whats the story on my dates?
Olympic Dates 2 & 3 (Yes, they happened at the same time. I'm not a girl that wastes time.)
Olympic Date 4 wasted absolutely no time.
As for date number 6? I am hoping it will be with this handsome Saxon. Only problem is that he is currently MIA.
Have you seen my fella?
So my dear hummingbird? Let’s hear the dirt on your 3 dates!
Ok, so I may have just slept the entire day away, but my thoughts today are centered on the unusually lively spirits of Vancouver locals. When I responded to the ‘Team Head Up Grouse In The Middle Of The Night Outing’ call from Emme, I thought we would be struggling to find anyone interested in having fun with us. That was not the case! At 3:00am, there were close to 100 people at the base of the mountain waiting in a long line, and despite the fact that the coffee shop was closed, none of them were grumpy! People were even smiling and cheering loudly for the drunk party mountaineers as they watched them unload from the gondola. Usually, I can’t even get a smile from Vancouverites when I say hello on the street! I was amused by the different outfits I saw that would normally be considered too silly to wear in public.
Loving the Outfits!
Our experience on the top was even better. Spontaneous kisses for Emme, stories from unknown great athletes, Canadian flag cape-wearing skaters, and free expert snow tips for our own novice Mario were some of our most pleasant surprises. We even got our snowshoe guide to do ridiculous yoga poses on top of the mountain (Well, our ‘top’ was only half way since Emme kept slipping and giggling, my water bottle kept falling out of my pocket and rolling way back down, and Mario was just trying to breath.) Everyone we met was more than willing to participate in our shenanigans and held back nothing in the quest for a good time.
An Unexpected Kiss
I’ve noticed this new Vancouver spirit spilling over to my regular daily interactions at the kids’ school, stores, banks and the lines I’ve been standing in to party at the different Olympic houses. I’ve made more instant friends this week than in my entire time living here. Perhaps it’s the infectious attitudes of our international visitors, or maybe it’s because we all feel united as Canadians fired up to win, but whatever it is, I hope it lasts. Please keep the love alive Vancouver, and don’t go back to sleep!
Namaste
I first saw him on the Eve before the Games. We exchanged a brief, but ever so sweet kiss and my heart, that I worried had turned to ice, melted in that instant.
Stealing a Kiss
Being me – he is, of course, a complex fellow, and not all that easy to get close to. You see, he is somewhat of an International Celebrity. We stole a brief moment when no one was looking, but would I ever see him again? Would we be able to share another tender touch?
As luck would have it, he was needed to entertain the crowds last Saturday and his handlers were preoccupied, so he reached for the only familiar face on these foreign soils – me!!! I got to be on his arm all evening, to dance with him, to poise for photos with him and proudly introduce him (my future lover) to the world.
Me and My Fella
Celebrity or not, the time had come to seek out something a little more intimate, perhaps even a date!!!! Not wanting to offend and to respect International relations, I decided it was best to formerly request an audience with this delightful fellow in a more formal hand written letter to his handlers, of course. And then I waited and I waited….
Had I misjudged our connection? Were our cultures and customs just so different that I was so off on the typical signs of the mating dance? I simply had to know, so I mustered up the courage to go and see him one last time last night at Saxony House.
I was met by my worst fears. No, not that of unrequited love, but that of concern for the safety of this most gentle fellow. Saxel had been kidnapped.
My head is reeling in despair and disgust. This gorgeous beast was handcrafted with love for the Canadian people, he had agreed to leave his most beloved woods of Saxony to grace us with his presence here in Vancouver, and he had even agreed to stay, to be auctioned off at the end of the Olympics to raise money for a children’s charity. And how are these extensions of International friendship received? Someone kidnapped this beautiful, trusting Saxon soul, right from under the noises of his handlers. I ask, where were the police and motor security brigades, when this International travesty struck? What are they doing now to find this missing International ambassador?
I urge, you the people, Canadians and Internationals-alike, to help find my fellow, Saxel, and return him to his rightful home. Show him how good and kind we are as Canadians. How we would protect his hairy ass, in an attempt to see him free once more.
Have you seen my fella?
Saxel was last seen on Wednesday night at the Irish House. Any tips you can provide on his current whereabouts or leading to his safe return would be most appreciated. You can drop tips here or to my email at emme@emmerogers.com.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Emme
