Barcelona v. LA Galaxy

This past weekend Hector and I went on a little road trip to California to see Barcelona play the LA Galaxy at the Rose Bowl. Hector's friend Brant and his wife Natalie came with us and Brant's parents so kindly let us borrow their brand new Chrysler van which was equipped with two movie screens and ample amounts of space. We stayed one night in Vegas and then we made our way down to LA on Saturday morning.

That evening, before the game, we went to Applebee's and took advantage of their 2 for $20 special. (I would now like to take a moment to talk to you all about the Tide To Go Pen. I spilled Buffalo sauce on my pants and you wouldn't even know it because it vanished in sight of the pen. I swear by this invention.)

Moving on...

After Applebee's, I remembered that the batteries in our camera were dead and I thought it would be a good idea to stop by a store on the way to the game to pick up some batteries and get some cash from the ATM (just in case). This idea was quickly dismissed because Brant and Natalie had a camera and Hector was positive we wouldn't need any cash for the game. SO we got on the freeway to make our way to the Rose Bowl. The traffic was horrible and it took us forever to get off of the freeway and when we finally did they blocked the road that we needed to turn on and so we had to get back on the freeway and take another exit. Blah. It took another long while to get off the freeway and then the traffic all the way to the Rose Bowl was terrible. Then we were on the hill that led down to the arena and there it was a little blue sign that stated "$20 Event Parking." There we were with no cash (because no one would listen to me) and then Brant, the driver of the van, realized that he had to go to the bathroom immediately. As we were working our way down the hill rummaging through our pockets, purses, and any place that might harbor cash Brant stuffed his pockets with Kleenex's, hopped out of the driver's seat (Natalie replacing him), and headed for the hills...quite literally. We were not able to located any cash and were out of luck. The girl collecting the fee gave us directions to the nearest ATM and so we got out of line and headed to get money. After stopping at Taco Bell for directions and withdrawing $20 we headed back down the hill to the Rose Bowl. Fortunately the line from the other end was shorter and it didn't take nearly as long to get down the hill.

Finally we were inside the stadium and we quickly found our seats. Soon after we sat down this RUDE girl comes up to me and says, "That's my seat," and then steps on me to get on to the bench. Hector asked her what row she was on and after her reply he said, "No, that's your seat... back there," and pointed to the row behind us. I loved it.

If that wasn't enough during half time a shaking drunken man tried to take my seat as well. He didn't step on me but he traipsed all over my purse until I asked for his ticket and noticed that his seat was 8 rows below us.

But despite all of the stress and seat confusion the game was awesome. Messi was amazing and I got to see Beckham score off a free kick. I must mention that I am sorely disappointed in all the LA fans that booed Beckham every time he touched the ball. Have some respect. When you look that good with your shirt off you can talk.