My final musings about my worlds experience!
The ladies short program was so long, eight hours in fact. There were many times when I'd just go to the lobby to stretch my legs. Some interesting things I noticed:
1. Nikolai Morozov is a very involved coach. He's coaching Miki Ando and Fumie Suguri and you could see him at the boards near the kiss and cry, hunched over, like his life was on the line. Very animated on the sides. I think he takes his job very seriously and the ladies are lucky to have him. Miki had finished her program, but he didn't sit with her in the kiss and cry. I was wondering why, when I saw him giving last minute advice to Fumie. He sat with her in the kiss and cry.
2. Tatiana Tarasova was there for Mao Asada in full fur regalia. They showed her reaction on the big screen after Mao's performance. She'd been making a funny face and everyone started to laugh. Tatiana heartily joined in the laughter.
3. They played pop music between the skaters, which I didn't particularly like, and I'll explain why. First, some of the music was slightly inappropriate for such a mixed crowd. I'm not a prude by any means, but come on. 95% of the fans there are elderly, children or foreign. Hearing "I kissed a girl and I liked it" or "all I wannna do is {bang bang bang and cha-ching}" isn't particularly thoughtful. Also, before some skaters, the music was upbeat and cheery, and other times, it was lilting and melancholy. I would hate to be on the ice, one minute from performing, only to hear something that brings you down. And what if it's a song you can't stand or one that eats at your brain for days afterward? They played Beyonce twice "If I were a Boy" and "Single Ladies" and I truly wanted to vomit up my pretzel. I felt so bad for the skaters. What an utter distraction! Either play some upbeat classical, jazz or oldies or pop standards. Don't give someone a psychological disadvantage!!!
4. I don't like the NJS or what it's done to figure skating. For an armchair observer, it's so hard to predict what the scores will be, how they are calculated, what's worth what. Like I've said, I used to watch obsessively growing up. But in the past 6 years, I didn't keep up as much. And with the lack of skating on TV, I'm very ignorant on the rules today. The NJS has made the programs very frantic and hyperactive, it's almost tiring to watch (I'm with Dick Button on this one!). Also, the increased technical expectation has not suited everyone. The ladies shorts was just a series of fall after fall after fall.
5. These worlds were the first skating competition I had ever attended. It is sooo different in real life than what it is on TV. I couldn't believe the difference! On TV, it seems like entertainment, like a frilly, sparkly pseudo-sport. In real life, you truly appreciate figure skating as a legitimate, bonfide sport. You feel the intensity, the years of training, the athletic prowess and strength, the sacrifice, the dedication, the thirst, it was overwhelming. On TV, it seems to go on forever, but in real life, four minutes seemed like the blink of an eye. And two minutes and forty seconds? Over before it began. Before you know it, someone's future has changed forever. It's difficult to witness the disappointment in the eyes of the competitors when they know they've messed up. Brian Joubert was a good example. I was sitting so high up, but just his body language after his program spoked loudly and clearly to each and every person there. It was painful and agonizing. Even in the ladies' short, the way the young women looked when they screwed up. Like they messed up the opportunity of a lifetime. I particularly remember the face of Victoria Muniz of Puerto Rico. Her family and friends were there cheering her on, and she started well enough. By the end, she looked like she was going to break down and cry. Same with Victoria Helgesson of Sweden and Alissa Czisny--that look of being so betrayed by their own self.
I was really impressed with the athletic strength the sport takes. You really get an appreciation for physics and athletic ability when watching it in person. It looks easy on TV, but incredibly hard in person. Anyone who says that figure skating is not a sport has not seen it in real life. That is what I've learned.
6. Gossipy of me, but Nikolai Morozov was there with his pupils, and Shae-Lynn Bourne was there with Joannie Rochette. They were in the same group. I wonder if it's awkward crossing paths like that?
And best of all...
7. I met Johnny Weir!!!!! I couldn't believe my luck. Around noon time Friday at the ladies short, they were resurfacing the ice. I decided to leave my seat and wander around. I noticed a crowd of people around the Dash Tours table in the lobby. I couldn't see what was going on, all I saw was a rotund middle aged man with a patriotic jacket. I'm thinking to myself, is he a skater from yore? Why is everyone going crazy? I get up to the table, and lo and behold, there is Johnny Weir in all his glory, signing autographs. He was looking great (tanned, well-rested, healthy, much taller than I thought he would be), wearing some cool bronze colored shoes, and a beautiful white watch (Michael Kors, I think. I've had my eye on that white watch for a few months

That's how I recognized it). I nearly go nuts, but I hold my composure. Earlier that morning, I had discovered that while I brought my camera, I had left the battery in the charger at home. I had been kicking myself all morning about my carelessness, and had no luck finding a disposable camera in the gift shop. I did have my cell phone, so it was better than nothing. Anyways, I see a rope barrier for a line and I quickly get into it. More people are starting to come, and I notice a second, shorter line for the people who had come with Dash Tours. I stay in my line, and within a couple of minutes, they cordoned off the line I was in. Only a few people were behind me before they cut it off. Whew! I wait for twenty minutes before I get to the front. As I near the front, I ask the Dash Tours guy if he'll take a picture for me. He was incredibly nice and said sure. I show him how to use it. Next thing I know, I'm up front. I introduce myself and say something stupid (naturally). "Johnny, I feel like a giggly teenager meeting you!" To which he replies "Everyone should feel like a giggly teenager!" He signs my little notepad that I had with me and I give my cell phone to the Dash Tours guy. He can't get it to work! He tries for a minute, but then I give up and tell him it's okay, maybe next time. I didn't want to hog up the line either. I thank Johnny and exit the line. In the meantime, I realize that the tour guy didn't press the button long enough on my phone to take the picture. I hover around, and when Johnny's done with the last fan, I tell the tour guy that I figured out what was wrong and if he could take my photo again. He's so understanding about it (also in the meantime, he had ushered in two little girls who were standing wide-eyed at the side, but hadn't made it to the cutoff in the line. He even gets them paper to sign, what a good guy!) When Johnny is done with the little girls, the tour guy lets me in by the desk and I ask Johnny is I could get a photo, that I had figured out what was wrong with the phone. He is so gracious and I finally get my picture. Sure it's grainy, but it's better than nothing. Johnny Weir was so big-hearted, friendly, polite and kind to his fans. He really deserves great credit for his lovely, gracious, hospitable attitude. He was incredibly accomodating and patient, especially with me and the trouble I had. Sometimes, you'll meet someone famous and they're not so great in reality, but Johnny was just a doll, and he has a fan for life in me. I was so impressed with his good nature and approachability. I missed him sorely at the men's competition, but I wish him the best. And to the Dash Tours guy: you're so sweet--thanks a million!