Well, it's over. And just like in Torino, despite all the bitching and whining during it, it's sad when you get to the last day. Even the snack selection had dwindled to a sad little display. We had a really good crew this year that was pretty talented and more importantly, a lot of fun. As cliche as it may be, its like a little family. Hopefully we'll have another 'reunion' in two years for Vancouver. For those of you (like Mom and Dad) who endured the closing ceremonies to look for my name in the credits, sorry - it turns out they put the designers into the credits that aired on one of the cable networks in the daytime. One of our compadres in Beijing sent a still of it though. All I know is that I can't wait to see the ocean again.