Sunday August 10 part two

Had to add a quick note.  We got tickets to Artistic Gymnastics from the Hometown heroes place.  We thought it might be the ribbon twirling ball bouncing type gymnastics,  I don't want to downplay anybody's Olympic sport.  Ours is pretty obscure in the US, but we were happy nonetheless to find that it was the gymnastics that Marsha loves to watch.  Scott hamilton must like it too.  He sat a couple of rows in front of us.  You know that guys seems a little older every four years.  Surely that isn't happening to me too.

There were so few people going through security when we went through on our way in that I we had lot's of attention, more than we actually wanted.  Mimi was with us.  She had to take an Ibuprofen to prove they were okay.  She also had to take a picture to prove that was actually a camera.  We finally all got through except for Marsha.  The rest of us stood around chuckling because we couldn't even see her.  She was surrounded by the security volunteers, probably 20 of them.  They were a little freaked out over her Epi Pens.  They wanted her to use one to prove what they were.  She convinced them that wasn't a good idea, but it took some doing.  After they went through everything in both of the bags she was carrying, including making her eat her fudge cookies, they let her go without so much as a strip search.  Pansies.

That was the easy part.  Afterwards we had to try and catch a cab in a heavy rain.  We finally caught one and he refused to take us because he didn't know how to get where i showed him on the map.  Taxi number two was a bit more courageous.  By then were were all soaked and grumpy.  The catch a cab in the storm experience was so harsh that Marsha would probably rather have been subjected to...Okay maybe not really.  But one more minute in the rain and the rest of us were ready to turn her back over to security just to be able to stand inside a tent.