One More To Go

So the women's free skate is about to begin.
One more set of medals to hand out before we call it a Canadian figure skating championships for another year. Normally, we're writing about ice dance at this point but this hasn't been your average schedule for this event (CBC's needs and the fact we're in the Pacific time zone are said to be the reasons).
Anyways, it's the first time in a long time (I'm guessing 1995) since we've anything other than dance on the final day. But we'll adapt.
Interesting storyline here, as Joannie Rochette of Ile-Dupas, Que., tries to avoid being another defending champion to fall (after Jeffrey Buttle and Jessica Dube/Bryce Davison lost their crowns on Saturday). She'll have to hold off Vancouver's Mira Leung and vastly improved Myriane Samson of St-Jean-sur-Richelieu, Que., to make it four straight Canadian titles.
The women haven't skated since Friday, which partly explains why we haven't provided much to read about the life and times of the blog's biggest fan/avid reader, Lesley Hawker (a.k.a. Mrs. Doherty), in this space. Mrs. D put herself in a bit of pickle in the short program by finishing seventh and has some major work to do to get herself back on the podium for a third straight year.
But she was in good spirits on Friday night, saying she planned to "show 'em what I've got" in today's free skate. We tried to help by offering up some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies — which are in abundance in the media room and, you might recall from last year, a Mrs. D favourite — but she politely passed. Competition mode, you know.
Besides, she said (in reference to her big mistake Friday) "girls who don't land triple flips don't get chocolate chip cookies."
Ah, that's our girl, that Lesley.
The blog just wouldn't be the blog without her.
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A 'how the other half lives' anecdote ...
Four of us went off to Morton's steak house (a favoured playground of the upper crust) for a late-night dinner Friday. And what a fine meal they lay out, indeed.
As we were walking out, noticed what appeared to be a bunch of storage cabinets filled with bottles of wine, each of them with a personal nameplate. Apparently, they're used by some to stock their favourite wines so they're right their waiting for them the next time they're in for dinner (why waste time on a wine list, right?).
Yeah, that's not your average restaurant, is it?