that's the score i give the opening ceremonies...call me nuts but i thought the cirque du soleil diorama-ness of it all was pretty cool. and no one booed us. (i was really worried about this.)
the glowing belly was creepy, thank god for the internet because i didn't recognize 1/3 of those tiny countries, there was way too much beige, and erki (the decathlete from estonia) was totally hot; yay, the filipinos, i like the messed up greek alphabet order, our hats were cute, the poor children singing in drab gray sacks made me think 'star trek' but at least it wasn't as weird as that philip glass-like ceremony in albertville, and yes, there was a lump in my throat when the big olympic cigar slanted down, caught fire and the games officially began.
the befuddled surprise of the IOC president at the crowd's roar of approval every time he said something in greek was good, too.
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