I was very depressed last night about Michelle Kwan's bronze and was quite certain it was directly correlated to me dyeing my hair. Around 3:00 PM I still had my blondish, "gold" color, and after a box of Feria at 5:00 PM I had a brownish, "bronze" color. So much for telling others not to dabble in the Occult when through voodoo intervention I dyed the color of Michelle's medal. I'm sorry, Michelle, but when I went out last night to Ole Madrid in downtown San Diego, I talked to so many people who were sad about the upset. Joe told me he decided to come out just because the whole thing was bringing him down so much. I gave him a hug and told him we would see therapists on Monday.
This, for me, should be sadder than when Kim Zmeskal did not win in 1992. But I'm mature now and able to handle this. Plus, my most profound concern is hoping that Michelle is not disappointed in herself and knows that she is still regarded as perhaps the greatest figure skater of all time.
I had a fabulous time at Ole Madrid last night, notwithstanding the circumtances. I talked a bit to Stefan and spent some good, quality time with Lindsay, her sister, and their friend Nicole.
It's Vegas weekend, at last!
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:11 PM
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