The Old-Timer, the Newbie, and the Soon-to-be in LA for 48 hours

Sorry for the late post, but it took a few days to get over how nice the weather was out on the West Coast...
Well, although the trip was short and the outcome was not sweet, we managed to have a great 24 hours. I flew in to LAX around 10AM on gameday and caught a cab to Santa Monica...Pablo, Kris (the Old-Timer), and Mark (the Newbie) were waiting for me (the Soon-to-be) to start the trek to Pasadena. Joining in the two-car caravan was the Schoenvogel clan, who were all in attendance (6 deep these days!!!), and Walt even had his tickets... (though we had to drive back around the block to the hotel to get them!!!) Walt did snag us a great tailgating spot about a block away from the Rose Bowl.

Tailgating was great...

Meeting up with old friends...

We even bet on which Brenhamite would be the first seen...and the winner was (no shocker!) Billy Holle, fresh off a BlackJack table on the Vegas Strip!!!
The Rose Bowl...It was amazing that we were out there 4 years early.

There were of course crazy fanatics running around...

As I mentioned before, the game didn't turn out how we envisioned it, but we did get a small glimpse of the future of Texas football ... GILBERT...GILBERT...GILBERT!

Well, after a long day of drinking, tailgating, drinking, yelling, and yet more drinking we crashed hard, only to get up and head home the following day.

Goodbye Santa Monica! We'll see you again four years from now...