More skating than you can shake a stick at (Part 1)
I swear I will try to make this as interesting as possible. It's just there were two skating shows and two skating competitions and my two chosen ships, Johnny Weir/Stephane Lambiel and Adam Rippon/Jeffrey Buttle were in fine form. Boys who should kiss! Doesn't that interest everyone?
But first off, let's talk about how me and Jeremy Abbott, two-time US Figure Skating Champion and I are bros now. He @replied me on twitter not once, no twice, but three times.
Okay, now on to Johnny and Stephane.
This has nothing to do with what went on this weekend, but it's important. I've seen pictures of this from time to time, but thought it was cute. It wasn't until I saw it context, how brief and quickly that it happen that it hit me.
This is Johnny and Stephane in 2005. At a competition (I believe during warm-ups). This is not a situation where they should be friendly. Johnny and Stephane were directly competing against each other during an Olympic season. Stephane and Johnny (along with Evgeni Plushenko) would eventually stand on the podium together. It was not a particularly stacked competition, barring any major fuck ups all three were all assured a spot on the podium, but it would be how they skated that decided who got the gold, silver, or bronze. So Stephane was not just one in 11 competitors. He was one of the TOP TWO competitors Johnny had to think about.
Despite that kind of tension, Johnny is comfortable enough to wander up to Stephane and begin fiddling with his costume before Stephane even acknowledges him. And Stephane's reaction when it's over is to smile. They've talked about how friendly they are, but dude that is fucking friendly. And this is fully five years ago.
What are they doing five years later? Well, I already linked to them bro'ing around on the ice, but now I come with video okay?
This minute of video is enough to make you love Kesha's Tik Tok again (well, maybe not quite). And yes, someone lied to Stephane and told him that fruity jaunty sailor salute is never going to get old. BUT WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT is that flirty come hither motion Stephane makes with his finger. Johnny Weir, you've just been Lambieled.
There are many other videos, many containing just as much gay club friendly music, unnecessary grabbing, and laughing. You want to see them? YOU JUST LET ME KNOW!
As for actual skating, Johnny was equal parts gorgeous and tacky. Par for the course, I suppose. He also skated to a "hip hop" number in a pair of pants so tight and sexy that would actually make this a grown woman gasp. I have not seen an adequate picture just yet, but rest assured it'll go up on the tumblr when I do.
Stephane worked that LA audience like a man on a mission. I'm hoping that mission is more American notoriety so that next year I can plan an obsessive road trip around his many American show dates. (He also attempted a quad both nights, beefed it the first night, landed it the second.) Oh and he graciously met with fans in an easily accessible hotel lobby.
IN SUMMATION: I AM SO JEALOUS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WENT TO THIS SHOW THAT I WANT TO DIE.
Okay! This concludes part one. Next. Adam Rippon and why I hope he and Jeffrey Buttle make out. All the time.
But first off, let's talk about how me and Jeremy Abbott, two-time US Figure Skating Champion and I are bros now. He @replied me on twitter not once, no twice, but three times.
Okay, now on to Johnny and Stephane.
This has nothing to do with what went on this weekend, but it's important. I've seen pictures of this from time to time, but thought it was cute. It wasn't until I saw it context, how brief and quickly that it happen that it hit me.
This is Johnny and Stephane in 2005. At a competition (I believe during warm-ups). This is not a situation where they should be friendly. Johnny and Stephane were directly competing against each other during an Olympic season. Stephane and Johnny (along with Evgeni Plushenko) would eventually stand on the podium together. It was not a particularly stacked competition, barring any major fuck ups all three were all assured a spot on the podium, but it would be how they skated that decided who got the gold, silver, or bronze. So Stephane was not just one in 11 competitors. He was one of the TOP TWO competitors Johnny had to think about.
Despite that kind of tension, Johnny is comfortable enough to wander up to Stephane and begin fiddling with his costume before Stephane even acknowledges him. And Stephane's reaction when it's over is to smile. They've talked about how friendly they are, but dude that is fucking friendly. And this is fully five years ago.
What are they doing five years later? Well, I already linked to them bro'ing around on the ice, but now I come with video okay?
Click to viewThis minute of video is enough to make you love Kesha's Tik Tok again (well, maybe not quite). And yes, someone lied to Stephane and told him that fruity jaunty sailor salute is never going to get old. BUT WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT is that flirty come hither motion Stephane makes with his finger. Johnny Weir, you've just been Lambieled.
There are many other videos, many containing just as much gay club friendly music, unnecessary grabbing, and laughing. You want to see them? YOU JUST LET ME KNOW!
As for actual skating, Johnny was equal parts gorgeous and tacky. Par for the course, I suppose. He also skated to a "hip hop" number in a pair of pants so tight and sexy that would actually make this a grown woman gasp. I have not seen an adequate picture just yet, but rest assured it'll go up on the tumblr when I do.
Stephane worked that LA audience like a man on a mission. I'm hoping that mission is more American notoriety so that next year I can plan an obsessive road trip around his many American show dates. (He also attempted a quad both nights, beefed it the first night, landed it the second.) Oh and he graciously met with fans in an easily accessible hotel lobby.
IN SUMMATION: I AM SO JEALOUS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WENT TO THIS SHOW THAT I WANT TO DIE.
Okay! This concludes part one. Next. Adam Rippon and why I hope he and Jeffrey Buttle make out. All the time.