california love
Soccer, GPS systems and amusement parks. Mentioned are just a few things that really stick out from the four-day trip my Mom, brother and I took to California. A lot of shit went down, and by that I mean a hell of a lot of merging on the I-10 and 405, which can be one of the most terrifying experiences of your life.
On our first free day we just got in our rented Rabbit VW and drove. Drove for hours, entering random streets in LA that sounded particularly familiar to us into our GPS from Budget. The next day we went to Universal Studios and did a crapload of fun things there, including the not-so-fun haunted house filled with characters from horror movies through the ages. I was literally shitting bricks whenever Dracula or Frankenstein would pop out of a dark corner to scare me. On our last full day in California we drove down to Anaheim to hang out at Disneyland's California Adventures and jam in a bit of park time before having to carpool up to Pasadena's Rose Bowl for the Barcelona/LA Galaxy soccer game. You know, I never gave a crap about soccer before that game. I heard there were 96,000 people in the stands, and I couldn't help but get into the cheering and screaming for my team. It was just like going to all those high school football games again - I hate football and don't particularly care for the people playing but I was down on that field going apeshit over some pigskin just like everyone else. Organized sports with giant scoreboards, the great equalizer.
