EclecticLip

(Note: originally written March 3.  Posted March 27) 

Now that the Olympics are over, and I’ve sworn off lineups until… oh, the next Lady Gaga concert, I have some Olympic tales, which I shall hereby recount. ’cause I’m a sharing kind of guy.

Now, I was one of the crazy not-so-few who lined up for the free Zipline strung across Robson Square, braving the elements and getting to know my line-neighbours. As it turns out, one of the people in front of me was a biologist; we chatted about the recent true-colour dinosaur rendition in National Geographic, based on a scanning-electron microscope comparison of modern feathers with ancient fossilized imprints. But mostly we commented on the folks behind us, who weren’t savvy enough to get in line two hours before the Zipline opened. :)

Thus it was that four bathroom-break-interrupted hours after I arrived, I got my eighteen seconds of fun, looking down on the cacophonous rabble as I sped by. Sort of a dinosaur’s-eye-view of Robson Square — if you were one of the bigger dinosaurs, that is. Running somewhere in a hurry. I repeated the experience two days later to reserve a place near the front of the line for, uh, someone who said she felt like sleeping in that morning.