The surf was big today in San Clemente. We saw it on our way down to San Diego. Ron had tickets in the first row on the field of the Chargers v. 49ers game and gave them to Jz and I. We took off around 5pm.
It was pretty much a comedy of errors... We weren't planning for a trek yo San Diego so we were far from prepared. We both needed money... the car needed gas... So we had many pit stops before we got stuck in traffic. The stadium is nestled in low rolling hills. You can't even see the stadium until you're almost on top of it. You come around a small hill with what looks like a rock quarry on one side and apartments on the the other then there it is. By this time, you're committed to your lane and you must go with the herd. Of course we parked on the opposite side of the stadium than our seats and once we found our gate, it was closed. So, we needed to back track until we found an open gate. Jz needed to hit the head but we couldn't find a restroom. Finally after walking almost back to where we started we found one. Jz almost got into a fight in the restroom for yelling at a guy that took cuts and said guy continued yelling at us even after we left the restroom... something about 619! You can check in but you can never leave... I don't know if he was a Raid fanatic or forgot the words to Hotel California but he sure seemed pretty angry.
We finally found our seats but since we were on the field you couldn't see the game because all the players were standing in front of us. That was ok, we had the Jumbotron for an occasional peak. We mostly just watched the cheerleaders. This was fine with me because I barely understand how the game is played anyway! We ate at Chevys afterward and I had chips and salsa, and an andouille quesadilla. My stomach is in knots and very pissed off at me right now. I just got home. Luckily.
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