Brian and I just got done watching a tivo'd version of the Opening Ceremonies at the Olympic Games in Beijing.
We'd watched the first hour last night, but then I got on the phone, got on a chat with a friend, and Brian researched his fantasy football league stuff, and before we knew it, we were just glad to have taped the thing on our DVR.
I had already been impressed with the first part that I wanted to see the rest, and DANG, was that awesome.
I need to go to China now.
There is that moment as the athletes from around the world start pouring in -- long before the halfway mark where you start wishing that maybe it would be great if we had a few more unifications so it wouldn't be so LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGGGGGG -- where you realize just how cool it is that our lonely little planet can get their crap together enough to hold an Olympics where everyone shows up.
George Bush started looking bored. Laura Bush looked like she had the same exact smile plastered on her face since about 1999 when he started running for office, and the Chinese President couldn't have looked much better after about 3 hours of constant clapping.
And as Israel walked in, they pointed out that the show would be over AFTER midnight, so the President of Israel would NOT be able to take a car home, and instead would have to walk to his hotel.And my husband, usually sedate this time of night says.
"I think they're in need of a New Testament."
You know, one where you can use a car after midnight on Saturday. Since THAT'S written into the Jesus portion of the Bible.