Just like old times!

So, I finally am awake after last weekend.
What, You ask.. was I doing..? WELL.

My dear Earthquakes were ripped from this fab city and transported to Houston. The only way I could catch a game was to drive to Carson and watch them play either the Galaxy (BOO) or Chivas (BOO, but not as bad!!) ...

So, me and mom , packed up the Element and headed down to the glorious city of Carson.. hmph. We left at 10:30am .. went to the game .. and then headed right back.. we was on the rode ALL DAMN DAY!

Here are a few revelations and stuff that happened...

• In the city of Grapevine, a pesky hill-billy fly got into the car.. He buzzed around for a good 4 hours. He finally got out in Carson. I feel just terrible! I mean here was this sweet lil fly who probably came from a good little fly family.. raised right and everything.. And we released him into the big city.. He is probably going to become some wild spanish fly.. and join a gang or something.
• My dear mother, GOD LOVE HER, can have the most annoying tone. She was designated the first mate on our little voyage and had map duty.. WELL, she droned out directions like a disgruntled bingo mistress.. "Take I-405 " " THEN Take I-105" .. I swear 1/2 way through the trip I screamed out BINGO!
• I am almost positive that I saw Johnny Carson in an El Camino.. on the Santa Monica Freeway. Mom said he was dead.. and then I thought, wow.. this is exciting if it was him!
• When we was in the parking lot trying to find a spot, I spied a sweet place right next to a fetching young fellow. I decided to back into the place to make it easier when we left. I opened the door and began backing up.. The sweet fellow said.. "5.......4........3.......2........1" He guided me in! I looked up at him.. and it was none other then Mr Eric Wynalda!!! (Soccer super star) I giggled and said, "thanks Mr Wynalda..tee-hee"
• The game technically ended in a tie .. but the score on the board was 3 Chivas- 2 Dynamo. The ref didn't call a blatant penalty kick that cleared the benches in the final seconds. I later watched the recap and Mr Wynalda said it was a travesty!!
• Driving on I-5 (bingo!) at 2am.. is like a video game. It is SO dark it seems like the car isn't moving and you are sitting in the same spot for hours and hours. We ended up taking an hour break at one of the George Michael Rest Stops. We weren't propositioned or anything, I might be a little offended!!