Sarah and I watched the opening ceremonies and ridiculed the American uniforms. Ralph Lauren is a hero.
I just can't do it this time around, I can't watch even a minute and not having to watch ice dancing will make it all worth it.
Sarah and I watched a bit of ice dancing (hung over from too much rum drinking the night before) while in laying in bed at an A-Loft Hotel in Miami's Brickell neighborhood. We critiqued the announcers channeling catty teenage girls.
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