The Mr. looked at me in Atlanta and said, "You do realize we are going to California for a football game, right?".
Well hell yes I knew that...did you think I spent all those countless hours in the cold, hoisting tents and toting TVs' to Tuscaloosa to NOT come all this way for a football game? I guess it is a little absurd, when you think about it, but not nearly as absurd to me as the things we did back home just to "go" to a football game.
I digress...
So, at LAX, after grabbing our bags and being shuttled to the rental car company, we picked out the perfect car for our sunny California journey...a silver Dodge Charger, which we decked out with Bama flags on the windows and a "Sweet Home Alabama" magnet on the side. Now if that's not redneck, I don't know what is.
It was about then that I realized we were a long way from home because the nice Mexican man who let us out of the parking lot had never heard the term "Roll Tide", and seemed utterly confused as to what the hell we were doing with all that red paraphernelia on the car.
Then I noticed Ryan Seacrest on a billboard, advertising his radio show, and realized that Rick and Bubba were no match for this place. ( For the record, I cannot stand Rick and Bubba)
After an hour in LA traffic, we were on to the hotel where a slew of Bama fans were waiting in the lobby. It was like a homecoming...total strangers just talking up a storm and well, just being plain old friendly, the way we do it down South.
The Mr. inquired about a good place for dinner from the concierge and was directed to an "Armenian Chicken" restaurant. Honestly, I haven't a clue where Armenia is and with that said, I'm not about to eat chicken from there. Yep, if it ain't Popeye's, Sparky, we're not in Bama any more.
After an hour in LA traffic, we were on to the hotel where a slew of Bama fans were waiting in the lobby. It was like a homecoming...total strangers just talking up a storm and well, just being plain old friendly, the way we do it down South.
The Mr. inquired about a good place for dinner from the concierge and was directed to an "Armenian Chicken" restaurant. Honestly, I haven't a clue where Armenia is and with that said, I'm not about to eat chicken from there. Yep, if it ain't Popeye's, Sparky, we're not in Bama any more.
The Mr. and I opted for a long drive instead of dinner, and ended up on Hollywood Blvd., followed by the Sunset Strip. And while I'm no movie buff, I have to say, I was blown away when we stopped at a red light facing the gates of Paramount Pictures!
By this time, the Mr. was hungry, and therefore incredibly unpleasant, so he stated that we should eat at the Denny's ( yes, Denny's) on Sunset, just so we could say we had. I can't honestly say that's something to be proud of, given that the only other Denny's I have eaten at was on the Beltline in glorious Mobile, Alabama....I mean it's not like we travel the world looking for Denny's.
I declined, but as we passed, we noticed the Denny's was closed and a movie was being shot inside. The production trailers and lights were booming, and with the back door opened on one, I saw someone having their hair and make-up done. Yep, this ain't Bama....nobody at Denny's where we're from even wears make-up.
So, no pics this morning, it's only 6:30 here and I have been awake for two hours. I'll blame it on the time change, but I have to say, I'm also just silly excited. We may be a long way from home, but it's gonna be a good day for the Bama nation...I just feel it.
ROLL TIDE ROLL!
