Day 5: Road Trip
ED. NOTE: Due to the expiration of my laptop on Saturday, all subsequent vacation posts were handwritten on the flights home.
SAN YSIDRO, 7/8 -- We kicked off our last day in Los Angeles with a tour of Angel Stadium.
When the owners renovated the stadium from a baseball/football hybrid to a baseball-only facility, they put in some clever touches, like that those size-649½ baseball caps outside the home-plate plaza. Or maybe the giant "baseball bats" used as roof supports.
The tour was child's play, literally, as a set of 3-year-old triplets were a part of the large under-5 set. However, the tour guide was unfazed; as she is known in certain circles as "Grandma."
After swinging by the Rose Bowl, we returned to campus, visiting USC's crosstown rival UCLA.
Points to the Bruins for offering up public Net-ready terminals throughout its student union. With my laptop down and out, it helped us catch up with the home goings-on.
Finally, an eventful drive down to San Diego culminated in our only experience with road rage on the LA freeways -- with each other.
We were riding along in the 405SB HOV lane, when Chad started his disapproval on my braking techniques: "Hello?! The brakes?!" (At least I don't speed excessively like he does.)
So eventually, with plenty of distance between me and either proximate vehicle in the HOV lane, I pumped the brake hard: "Does that work for you?" It must've; he punched me, and I punched back.
SAN YSIDRO, 7/8 -- We kicked off our last day in Los Angeles with a tour of Angel Stadium.
When the owners renovated the stadium from a baseball/football hybrid to a baseball-only facility, they put in some clever touches, like that those size-649½ baseball caps outside the home-plate plaza. Or maybe the giant "baseball bats" used as roof supports.
The tour was child's play, literally, as a set of 3-year-old triplets were a part of the large under-5 set. However, the tour guide was unfazed; as she is known in certain circles as "Grandma."
After swinging by the Rose Bowl, we returned to campus, visiting USC's crosstown rival UCLA.
Points to the Bruins for offering up public Net-ready terminals throughout its student union. With my laptop down and out, it helped us catch up with the home goings-on.
Finally, an eventful drive down to San Diego culminated in our only experience with road rage on the LA freeways -- with each other.
We were riding along in the 405SB HOV lane, when Chad started his disapproval on my braking techniques: "Hello?! The brakes?!" (At least I don't speed excessively like he does.)
So eventually, with plenty of distance between me and either proximate vehicle in the HOV lane, I pumped the brake hard: "Does that work for you?" It must've; he punched me, and I punched back.