Trip to the City of Angels

Classes finally ran their course and I hopped in the car and took off for Los Angeles. One major road separated me and my new home for the next 3 months;  Interstate 5. I jumped in the car 5 minutes after my astronomy midterm and headed straight for Stockton. Stockton was a perfect area to break up the drive plus my buddy pitches for the Stockton Ports, a single-A affiliate of the Oakland Athletics. Barry Zito was throwing a rehab start for the San Jose Giants so I watched him chuck. After the game his $150,000 Benz hit the shitter and would not start, kind of a microcosm of his career but still cool to see a fellow left hander throw. Anyways I stayed with my buddy for the night, chatted baseball and left early the next morning. The drive was awful until I hit the infamous Grapevine. Driving 80mph bumper to bumper is quite scary, not too mention I was attempting to play Words with Friends and tweet my whole journey down there. To kickoff my drive from Stockton I watched a guy whip around into a gas station to blow up an old guy that was driving like an asshole. I thought to myself, "wow I love California". I also saw a monk trying to figure out how to restart his broken down Audi, guess the monastery didn't have teach auto mechanics. After a treacherous 4 hours of nothingness I rolled into Pasadena, missed my exit got lost for an hour and finally showed up at my new home, Beta Theta Pi Gamma Tau chapter of the University of Southern California. Check back soon to hear the craziness of living in a fraternity at USC in the summer. It will be well worth it.

Thanks for letting me hit you with a dinger,

RD