The Rose Bowl was what it was: disappointing but fun. We arrived late, late Friday evening and slumped into bed. Saturday was the pep rally on the Santa Monica pier, and we headed down early to get a bite to eat at the Scientist-recommended Mariasol. No sea monster sightings, but I did spy the fishermen/federal marshals hanging out with their “fishing poles.” The marine layer here has been utterly bonkers all weekend. The morning starts out sunny, but by noon you can’t see more than a block away. Case in point, by the time the Badger players arrived at the pep rally it was around 45 degrees and visibility was about 50 yards.
Saturday evening our original plan was to go out in Santa Monica and take it easy. I didn’t want to chance a club with lines and lists, and preferred the idea of just having a six pack in our hotel room. Until, that is, I found out that See-Yew and the Bay Area Badger crew were partying in Pasadena for NYE.
We finagled a ride to Pasadena and back to Santa Monica (on NYE!) and headed out. I met about ten million former fuddruckus direct-reports and drank two gigantic Jameson shots. The shots were curiously world-ending for me; I didn’t leave the room on New Year’s Day and just laid around and moaned loudly. To Spacebee’s credit, she got sick of the moaning and left the room for awhile to see the sights. My total meal consumption on New Year’s Day: hamburger/fries, pepperoni pizza, ice cream & cookies. Sigh.
The day of the Rose Bowl we woke up early and got dressed in our epic multitude of Badger Stuff. Beads, pins, shirts, stickers, sunglasses, and more. The bus to Pasadena arrived late and we sat in traffic for a looong time. We had tickets to the 10:30a-1p Badger Blast tailgate (all-u-can-eat/drink) but didn’t end up getting there until 11:30a. Sad face, but we still managed to get a brat and a few beers.
The game was very exciting, and the only problem was that we were in a micro-island of Badger fans swimming in a sea of Oregon fanatics. It made it all the more sad at the end as it was slow-going getting down the aisle what with Ducks fans dancing in it.
Tuesday was probably the best day we had out in California; the sun was shining in Santa Monica and after checked out we had a few hours to kill so we walked around the downtown area, had luncho at Ye Olde King’s Something-Something, visited the Palisades (bro!), and wandered down the pier one more time to see if we could catch a glimpse of the Monkfish. Alas! No monkfish.