It’s November so it must be football season. I’m just starting to finally learn the rules of this sport which makes going to the games a lot more enjoyable. Today let’s go watch my alma mater
play
the Huskies
at the Rose Bowl…
which is just around the corner from my house. I know we’re just mere weeks away from Christmas, but as you can see from the way people are dressed at the tailgate parties it’s a gorgeous, warm day here in Southern Cal:
The BBQs are going along with the flying frisbees, but I really want to check out the food selection at the Food Zone:
More of the same fare you’d find anywhere in LA, like soft tacos and burgers, so I’ll wait to buy my junk food inside the gate…
Does anyone know where Tunnel 16 is?
I follow the masses in true blue and gold (go Bruins!)…
and with stadium food in hand I make my way to my seat:
The game turns out to be pretty exciting, in spite of the boneheaded mistakes by both teams…
and it holds my attention from start
to finish,
with very little distraction in between (Josie Bruin’s dress is too cute):
Four hours later it’s time to walk down the hill to the car. We parked near the Gamble House so the stroll is actually great eye candy…
Or maybe the victory just makes the walk that much more pleasant!
Tags: Bruins, football, Gamble House, Huskies, Rose Bowl
Remember when I wrote that the stealth bomber flies over my house for the Rose Parade each January 1st?
This year I wasn’t fast enough to film it, but today, for Memorial Day,
I catch something just as cool flying over head: vintage war planes.
So for all the mudslide and fire and earthquake dangers, it’s pretty neat to live hillside in southern California. Imagine waking up to these sights and sounds over the pretty palm trees outside my living room…the planes make the same sounds as what you hear in movies about WWII, but how amazing do they look over a peaceful sky instead of going into battle:
Hope your Memorial Day was as memorable as mine.
Tags: Memorial Day, Pasadena, Rose Bowl, vintage war planes
There are many charming small cities within Los Angeles County. And by small I mean it still takes half an hour to three times that long to get from point A to point B, depending on how lucky you are once you are on the freeway.
Past the 110 tunnels where the freeway dead ends to Arroyo Parkway, you will find Pasadena, home of the Rose Parade,
Rose Bowl (flea market),
Old Town shopping area,
Huntington Library, Norton Simon Museum, and countless architectural gems to make you (and by you I mean me) swoon:
Pasadena has been my secret garden for many years now. A quiet, elegant sanctuary just north of downtown LA and a “hop” away from Hollywood. It’s a bit far from the westside where I like to shop, but traffic is the price for living in LA. On days when I feel a little challenged, I like to drive particularly slowly through the hills over the arroyo…
and rest my tired eyes on the green lushness polkadotted by Craftsman and midcentury homes for which the town is known (more on this in another blog). At the stop signs I roll down the windows and just listen to the birds. Sanctuary is wherever you make it.
Tags: arroyo, California, Old Town, Pasadena, Rose Bowl, Rose Parade
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