I Think I'm Still Excited For The Olympics

Construction! Weird security plans! Crowds! €4 Metro rides! But I'm still kind of looking forward to it.

It was super exciting when Olympic banners went up in the marché couvert Beauvau… or it was for me anyway.

Unless there’s dancing or passed hors d'oeuvres involved, there’s not much that makes my heart go pitter patter anymore. New restaurant? How original. Music festival? I’ve been. Rooftop bar? Too many youths. Maybe it comes from being old, maybe from having a small child, maybe it’s to do with never having believed in Santa Claus, but there’s not much lately that can motivate me to put on pants.

But this crankiness has never diminished my love and excitement for the Olympics.

Growing up, Olympics years were always the best years full of epic music, exciting video montages of physical feats, and an always excellent collection of car commercials. Every four years I’d ask my parents to take us to the Olympics, and every time they would shoot me down with the noncommittal “maybe” of childhood nightmares. I’d pretend I was Nancy Kerrigan and slide around the house in my slipperiest sock…