The 2010 Olympics in Vancouver were straight-up amazing, if you were living in the Vancouver area at the time. It was an unseasonably warm February. The weather was a problem for the people in charge of making sure that there would be snow at the winter Olympics, but it was a delight for those of us who just wanted to walk around downtown, enjoying the once-in-a-lifetime experience that is the Olympics in your own city.
I lived an hour from Vancouver at the time, and my husband and I love the Olympics and cool cultural events, so it was totally worth it to us to make the trek downtown as often as we could … except for one tiny detail. Our two children, who were both still under two years old at the time. One was still definitely a baby. And babies are quite terrible at trekking downtown and caring about cool cultural experiences, and they really, really don’t care about the Olympics, and toddlers don’t either (although my toddler did enjoy the fact that our TV was on so much at home).
So anyway. Instead of driving to Vancouver at any available opportunity, we were only able to go a few times. One of those times was when I went with three of my friends and their children: four moms with five kids under two. We spent most of that day in public bathrooms and mall food courts.
But for the weekend in the middle of the Olympics, we got the chance to stay in the home of family friends who lived in Vancouver, which eliminated our commute. So of course we went! And our kids barely slept. And of course we couldn’t go out much in the evening. So that Friday, my husband went out to wander the fun Vancouver streets with a group of his best friends and family members, while I stayed back by myself to watch TV and run back and forth between my not-sleeping children. While they were out, guess who my husband and friends ran into? This guy:
The Great One looks thrilled to meet them, doesn’t he?
Well. I tried to be happy for my husband and friends, but it was tough not to be resentful. My evening had frankly sucked, and I couldn’t help but feel like my babies had cost me a very fun and memorable night.
So the next day when we all went out again, I was on the lookout for famous athletes, and I was just thrilled when I found one. Plus he agreed to pose for a photo.
That’s Tillman, the World’s Fastest Skateboarding Dog (although, I’m sure you recognized him immediately). Now who’s jealous, ANTON? I thought so.
The best part is that when I tell my now-bigger kids about the 2010 Olympics now, and when we scroll through the photos, they are a lot more interested in my celebrity encounter than Daddy’s. I knew I loved those kids.
Thanks for the sweet revenge, Tillman. I’ll never forget you.
I have three other blogger friends writing “Did I ever tell you about the time…” posts today. Please check them out! You’ll like them! Sarah at Sarah On Purpose, Louise at Talk Nerdy to Me, and Shawna at Simple on Purpose.