There I was, minding my own business, my first full day in Vancouver, when who comes walking toward me with an unlit Olympic torch, but Michael Buble. Of course, at the time I had no idea who he was. I also was unaware of his apparent obsession with me 😉 Perhaps I should have been alerted by the fact that the path of the Olympic torch appeared to have been changed just moments before our encounter to take him within steps of me. Maybe I should have been alerted by the crowds of women pressing upon him and throwing themselves between us, obviously with only my safety in mind.
Days later, when he showed up yet again in the same locale as me, my eyes started to open and I began to wonder: Is Michael Buble stalking me?
There I was, sinking in the mud of the swamp that is Creekside Park, waiting for Colbert, when lo and behold, Michael Buble pops up within inches of me, yet again. Coincidence? I think not. I turned to Colbert for help, but he was too busy gaining adoration from his fans to be of much use.
Fortunately, there was a flimsy barrier between us, keeping Michael Buble at bay . . .