What really grinds my gears
Some of you may appreciate the homage to Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story -- which is now -- no longer untold -- I suppose..... cosmic.
This evening I attended the opening game of the UCLA football season. They played Utah at the Rose Bowl - everyone wearing red was white... very strange. We - of course - stomped them 31 to 10. (cue "Sons of Westwood")
The experience was not to be missed - but perhaps not to be repeated.
I am a Bruin. I go to UCLA. I have pumped myself up for months about attending my first UCLA football game - it's supposed to be glorious. I imagined myself amongst a slue of fellow Bruins all wearing powder blue screaming for our team and having a grand old time. This however is - just - not - the - case.
Where you find yourself is lost among a sea of UCLA fans whom have never gone, never intend on going to and most definatly would never have a chance of going to - UCLA. Throw on a $5.00 cheeseburger that's burnt to the perfect crisp and a $6.00 souvenir cup that you damn well know won't survive it's first trip through the dishwasher, not to mention a generous portion of screaming, uncooperative, children, sitting in a line five miles long to BUY the parking ticket (for $10.00) then wait in another five mile line to actually park, walk back the five miles you just drove to get to the stadium, then try to find the one guy out of the 30,000 that has your ticket (thanks Todd).
The cheeseburger reminded me of those home-made chesseburgers Dad used to make when he was in a hurry, or forgot them on the BBQ too long and they've gotten all dry and developed that tasty 1/4" thick layer of charcoal - yummy. I piled on the lettuce, pickles, tomatoes and whatever other condiments they had out - so that I would feel better about the $11.00 meal for one.
We left early - a mortal sin I usually don't commit. However - I would have rather missed the 4th quarter than repeat the trip in on the trip out. No - fucking - thanks.
The drive home was easy - back to SCV in about a half hour. I stopped off at the flat to retrieve my Mac and headed over to Whole Foods so I could get a little internet connectivity, for we have not yet that utility in our home.
So I'm going to go grab a cup of coffee - because there is nothing better than an 8:30 p.m. cup of coffee - then I'm going to go explore my new town a bit - in the safety of the mall.
Dancing my dance.
Zitaos
This evening I attended the opening game of the UCLA football season. They played Utah at the Rose Bowl - everyone wearing red was white... very strange. We - of course - stomped them 31 to 10. (cue "Sons of Westwood")
The experience was not to be missed - but perhaps not to be repeated.
I am a Bruin. I go to UCLA. I have pumped myself up for months about attending my first UCLA football game - it's supposed to be glorious. I imagined myself amongst a slue of fellow Bruins all wearing powder blue screaming for our team and having a grand old time. This however is - just - not - the - case.
Where you find yourself is lost among a sea of UCLA fans whom have never gone, never intend on going to and most definatly would never have a chance of going to - UCLA. Throw on a $5.00 cheeseburger that's burnt to the perfect crisp and a $6.00 souvenir cup that you damn well know won't survive it's first trip through the dishwasher, not to mention a generous portion of screaming, uncooperative, children, sitting in a line five miles long to BUY the parking ticket (for $10.00) then wait in another five mile line to actually park, walk back the five miles you just drove to get to the stadium, then try to find the one guy out of the 30,000 that has your ticket (thanks Todd).
The cheeseburger reminded me of those home-made chesseburgers Dad used to make when he was in a hurry, or forgot them on the BBQ too long and they've gotten all dry and developed that tasty 1/4" thick layer of charcoal - yummy. I piled on the lettuce, pickles, tomatoes and whatever other condiments they had out - so that I would feel better about the $11.00 meal for one.
We left early - a mortal sin I usually don't commit. However - I would have rather missed the 4th quarter than repeat the trip in on the trip out. No - fucking - thanks.
The drive home was easy - back to SCV in about a half hour. I stopped off at the flat to retrieve my Mac and headed over to Whole Foods so I could get a little internet connectivity, for we have not yet that utility in our home.
So I'm going to go grab a cup of coffee - because there is nothing better than an 8:30 p.m. cup of coffee - then I'm going to go explore my new town a bit - in the safety of the mall.
Dancing my dance.
Zitaos
posted by Stephen M. Gold at
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