Olympic Confessions

Last night I watched the opening ceremonies to the Olympics. While the Olympics are in Beijing, I figure I should go ahead and let you all know that I have never been to Beijing. That may be shocking to some, but it is important to understand that while I lived in China, I was a three to four day train ride from Beijing.

China put on an impressive performance last night. The precision, costumes, and sheer numbers were almost indescribable. Of course there was a ton of symbolism to everything that was done. In my personal opinion, the drum number at the beginning was the highlight of the evening. I was a little freaked out about the smiles on their faces. It isn't natural to see Chinese men smiling...that and the smiling looked forced/fake. I was glad to hear that they had been told to smile, because I thought I was beginning to forget what the culture was like.

That being said, I must confess I fell asleep on the couch before team U.S.A. came into the stadium.

Second confession...I keep calling Michael Phelps, David Phelps. Not sure why I get these two men confused. They really don't look anything alike.

Third confession...No, I did not understand the Chinese announcements. I have forgotten the vast majority of the Mandarin that I learned while living in China.

Fourth confession...I am currently watching May/Walsh play volleyball. They are winning against the team from Japan. Of course neither of those two facts are confessions. Here is the confession...I don't play volleyball like them. I know this is shocking to some. I might look into getting some of that black tape that Kerri Walsh has on her shoulder. It is suppose to be equivalent to taking Advil.

I hope everyone is having a great weekend. I am signing off for the night as my medicine has begun to kick in and my eyes are getting heavy. Sleep is not far off.