So, where was I. Ah yes, Tokyo Toms.

I shuffle into one of the tatami rooms thinking I have found a safe zone. With Erin to my right and Julie Langevin to my left, I relax a little. Erin's on Gorb watch, so hopefully I'm safe. The "kegs" of Asahi and litres of sake make their rounds, and Emily is in true form, spending time with each and every guest.

Under the influence of sake and in awe of my Olympic friend, I make the poor decision of leaving my comfort zone to encapsulate the moment. It's a little too embarrassing to divulge particulars, but let's just say the gentleman in the following picture was just some dude looking to get into a shot with Emily Brydon. Oops, sorry Brian! Gorb move number one.

The night moves on to Buffalo Bills, where we're happy to see Emily celebrated with champagne and strawberries.

Fortunately it is loud and busy so I keep my head down, sticking to the dance floor hoping to maintain some sort of dignity. As we're leaving, I look for Em and she's chatting with a glitzy blond girl nearly as tall as she is. "Who's that?" Oh no, everyone in the vicinity turns and looks at me like I am a complete moron, Em's hick friend from Fernie. Sorry! While Vonn's noggin (and shin and pinky for that matter) may have been all over the news , I didn't pay it much attention - Em's my queen, remember?

But yes, Gorb move number two. Before calling it a night, we decide on a little poutine in the square. A young girl with CTV (why they were working at 3am is beyond me) hesitantly taps Emily on the shoulder. "Um, my producer is wondering if you would be interested in an interview," she asks. "I'll think I'll have to pass," Em answers. And we laugh all the way home, surprised that somebody could out Gorb me!

The next morning isn't pretty. Once again awoken with much appreciated tea in bed from our British house mates, we decide to spend a little time in the Village before Canada takes on USA in hockey. We've missed the morning bus to Vancouver, so decide to watch the game at the Alpine Canada House and hop on the 9:30pm bus. As the day unfolds, and we manage to eat some lunch, we learn that this is impossible as everyone had the same idea...and actually booked their seats. Hmmm. We realize we are stuck in Whistler without a piece of carpet, but let's watch the game and figure it out later.

We are lounging on couches, and while it is our proposed "chill" night we decide cocktails are necessary when watching hockey. As the game starts, more and more people join us. At one point a young, attractive guy is chatting up Erin. I introduce myself, and immediately realize I've made an additional Gorb move. It's Brad Spence and "We've met!", of course. By this point Erin has become immune to my gorbiness, and swiftly directs the attention back to Brad's upcoming races.

Canada loses, and we find ourselves drowning our sorrows at Tokyo Tom's, and then Buffalo Bills. Again. Erin's friend Chris offers his couch and floor to us, and we gladly accept...as long as I can buy contact solution! The next morning as we're getting ready to leave Chris' place Erin picks up a pair of huge Miga slippers confused. Ah, our stop at the pharmacy turned into an Olympic paraphernalia shopping excursion. I soon find magnets, pins, pens and other so obviously necessary items in my purse, and we find this hilarious in our hangover induced haze.

Catching the bus includes only minimal gong, (part of which I wish I could have witnessed - while I was running to the bus to ensure we made it, Erin somehow carried two 50 pound+ ski bags over three blocks), and we settle in for a three hour ride with no food, water, or idea of how to get to our next Olympic squatting location. But somehow it's all right, and we cherish these moments hopeful of sleep.

Next on the agenda, taking in Vancouver and skier cross. Part three of our Olympic journey will be posted soon, and yes I managed to continue the Gorb streak.