|Letter from Los Angeles
||Sunday | 9 October 2016
Los Angeles, California: Luckily the Hangover
from Eugene did not reach south to Los Angeles. After a zillion years tailgating
in the parking lot of Autzen Stadium, this year, the University have finally
allowed RV tailgaters to overnight in the parking lot the night before AND after
games. (Is Oregon the last college in America to get with the program?) At the
same time they lifted the overnighting RV ban, the University simultaneously lifted the
"no booze in the stadium" ban by allowing fans in the "Club Section" (big
donors) to bring an adult beverage back to their stadium seats after visiting
the Club Section bar at half time. Alcohol is, otherwise, strictly forbidden in
Are these two new rule changes symbiotic?
I cannot comment since I quit tailgating two years ago. All I know is,
thankfully, DT and Lenny slept overnight in the Magna Peregrinus, under
the shadow of Autzen Stadium, after the terrible loss. They arrived back to
Portland in time to watch Lenny's NFL team (from DC) win their game - from a local
Portland sports bar.
We had other fish to fry in Los Angeles.
Leo had Hebrew school in the morning, and then we all went to Lucy's (it was
once also Leo's) preschool for a birthday party celebrating Charley's 3rd
birthday. Charley (a girl) is Lucy's classmate.
Lucy really styled-out for the party this afternoon -
wearing a little striped sweater, a reversible black/denim skirt and leopard
Lucy is all girl. She loves dolls. Clothes. Ponies. Peppa Pig. Kitties.
Pink. Complete opposite of Her Mother and Bubbe.
I was all Lincoln Log. Lisa was all Lego. Lucy told me today she wants to be
a doctor. Lucy is 25 months old.
We fetched Leo from Hebrew school, where he had made his own
Shofar (out of paper, it looked like a New Year's Eve glittery party favor),
and went directly to the birthday party. Charley's parents provided a wonderful
breakfast taco bar for their guests from the amazing
Homestate make all-things Austin and I can't get enough of their wonderful
Tex-Mex food. I may have eaten more than one Blanco breakfast taco (egg white,
mushroom and jack cheese), topped with plenty of salsa.
The party also included a very talented face painter. Leo
asked to painted as a snow leopard.
Doesn't Leo look amazing with a snow leopard face?
In the evening, Lisa and I fed the kids early and put them to bed so we
could watch the debate or town hall or reality TV show
or whatever this twitter-fest-with-dirty-words US Presidential election
That huge rumble felt over America tonight was not an earthquake. It was
every past (dead) US President rolling over in their grave.
Until my next update, I remain, your "that was not a
political comment" correspondent.
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