Drunk on Patriotism

As yesterday was a day I deemed Canada's national hangover day, I myself was suffering from an Olympic hangover. Waking up on a floor with the imprint of my BlackBerry in my neck and team Canada stickers stuck all over my body, it occured to me that I was probably not alone in this feeling. An Olympic hangover consists of a horrible taste in your mouth from last night's beer (and whatever was free), a withdrawl from cleverly arranged video montages and Tim Hortons commercials that brought tears to our eyes, and the stark realization that you can't hug strangers in the street and high five anymore simply because you're Canadian.

Two words. Sidney Crosby. Our very own homegrown hockey hero lead us to our 3-2 gold medal victory over our southern friends. I do have to mention that team USA were tough competition and they too played a great game. Okay back to my baby daddy Sidney. Let me just say that this guy has a permanent invitation to a party in my pants. Sweet mother of God, that boy can handle his stick. Before I get too carried away and this turns into erotic literature or just plain creepy, I will move on.

Watching the gold medal game in one of the busiest bars in Toronto, was an experience unto itself. It was kinda of like the Olympics for drunk people. I found myself dodging ass grabs, firing back witty comments left, right and centre, running outside in between periods to chant and dance in the street and of course guzzle my beer as fast as I could when I saw the waitress coming so I didn't have to wait an eternity for the next one. I kinda have been training for this moment since University. Only in University-I never dodged an ass grab. I did happen to meet myself a "showstopper" who took quite a liking to me as we talked for a chunk of the afternoon...that was until I couldn't remember his name when I went to put it in my phone. He was a little pissed, but I realized he was over it when he began whispering R rated things in my ear. I was so taken back I was speechless...a rarity for me as I have been known to let a dirty word slip here and there. I soon realized that as I was planning our first date in my head in between periods as he was planning on me being a hooker for the night. Thankfully I dodged that bullet.

Well  after 17 days of high impact emotion, excitement and high fives that still sting, the Olympics have come to a close. I am so very proud to be a SINGLE Canadian and I have such admiration for all atheletes worldwide that actually got a chance to live out their dreams and play in our backyard.

Peace,
Nanners