Yesterday in the Bardonecchia press room before the men's snowboardcross final, a friend from Reuters came by to tell me he’d had a rough night – that he’d been out drinking until past 5 in the morning.
I told him I’d had the first proper dinner I’ve had yet in Italy, but that I was so tired (I’d gotten two hours of sleep) that I was tipsy after my share of just one bottle of wine.
A scruffy looking photographer – and not scruffy in a cute way – leaned across the desk and said, “You sound like my kind of date.”
Ew.
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