We started our day at a special VIP event with Nadia Comaneci and Bart Conner. They interviewed them, and it was so inspiring to hear them talk about how amazing it really is so see these people, some of them little kids, achieving such superb moments for all the world to enjoy. We showed up at the event already ready for beach volleyball---flag tatoos on, cowboy hat on, american flag sashes. We get a lot of looks and laughs. I even saw Nadia look at me and smirk. They were such nice people. We got our photos with them afterward, where we all held a 10 to signify the perfect 10 she got in 1976. BTW, she's a drop dead gorgeous babe. No wonder dad had a crush on her.
After, we found a pub in a quiet alley to grab one more drink before the big event. Then we tried to get Stu a ticket---even trying to bribe military personnel with dates with Lauren and I, but we were unsuccessful. As soon as we got in, we had some oysters and champagne, because you just don't see that every day! Then we switched to whatever we could actually get. I charmed some beers away from some married Brits---the queues were so long for drinks and they were running out of everything. The whole thing was an amazing production. The temporary stands even had an elevator, there was a band that played before the game, and statues of beach volleyball's greats. The best part was that FINALLY there were other Americans out in full force. Lara has no voice left from yelling. Mine is about there. People kept asking to take their photo with us, and we keep giving away American flair, like our face tattoos and mini flags.
The games couldn't have been better. We cheered for Brazil---we booed China (booing is OK here). We were total compadres with the Brazilians---we sang songs with them and got our photos with them. We sat behind a whole row of NBC employees, who thought Lara's "Bob Costas is my dad" sign was funny because his daughter actually works there. They all got pissed with us, when we all signed our blowup beach volleyball, and threw it into the crowd, and were mad at the volunteers when it hit the main floor, and they took it away. Jerks. The volunteers hate fun. Also, they played the Chicago Blackhawks song about a million times, and it appears Chicago has stolen this from the Brits. No originality, Chicago!
After the game, as they were prepping for the medal ceremony, they played the coolest mix music---they put Don't Stop Believing and Flo Rida (and some other awesome stuff) together, and we all want that mix! Then we watched the medal ceremony, and heard our national anthem played. We all shed a few tears---it was so beautiful. And the celebration was awesome! We danced down by the exit and made funny videos until they kicked us out. We sang the National Anthem with Brazilians, and sang the Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole song. Then we headed back to the lounge, where there were more Americans celebrating. Everywhere we went, we were singing and chanting will all of the pro-USA crowds. It was one of the best memories I'll ever have!!
All of us with Nadia and Bart. We gave her a perfect 10. She was a hottie.
Bolting outside of Horseguards Parade where the beach volleyball was held
We turned Stu into Team American for the day
This volunteer had the craziest hands. Long pink nails, and ring that looked kinky. Apparently, if you worked the Olympics, they would keep getting welfare checks. I'm pretty sure I know what this one's full time career was....
I had some oysters and champagne. When in London at the Olympics....
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