First Timers

You know it's the Olympics when you're late for dinner because watching the gold medal round of Men's Archery is more important.

You know it's the Olympics when you stand shivering in the cold at 11:30 at night watching bikini clad women play beach volleyball in the shadow of 10 Downing Street.  


Since there are no sandy beaches nearby, the Olympic Committee shipped in tons of sand and dumped them in a parking lot behind the home of the Prime Minister where we wrapped ourselves in American flags and screamed for Misty May to bring home the gold.


The location for the beach volleyball is the equivalent of playing on the South Lawn of the White House.


In the shadows of the evening we could see people walking on the roof of the Prime Minister's house.  This didn't seem odd to us, we'd watched for years as the White House was defended from above.  However, the announcer of the beach volleyball game asked all of us to wave at the man on the roof, because instead of carrying a gun he held a brush.  He was commissioned by the Mayor of London to paint the scene of the different venues and tonight it was us.