Game number 4, was a delightful trip down memory lane, with good friends, GREAT drinks and EXCEPTIONAL baseball. I was of course, back in Los Angeles and to what is still the funnest stadium of them all – Dodger Stadium, to watch LA take on divisional rivals the San Diego Padres.
It was also an abnormality as for the only game I will actually represent a team and wear their colours. HUGE shoutout to Reegs Osborne who made this custom beauty for me to wear at the game and on the road – thanks you legend!
Given it was the Friday of Memorial Weekend (Monday is a day off), it was decided that we’d give it a huge nudge and do something very rarely done by locals. That is, catch the train into downtown LA, have a few glass sandwiches and hit Dodger Stadium well lubricated (ok the last two things are very typical).
Mindy, Bryan, Jesus and myself (aka the awesome foursome) picked things up where we left off, telling hilarious anecdotes about past times and games, drinking weird beers aged in Pinot Noir barrels (would not recommend these despite the high alcohol %).
As is tradition, we arrived late and picked things up in the third inning after missing a Matt Kemp 3-run home run in the bottom of the first. The Dodgers wouldn’t look back from this early lead, dominating San Diego with multiple hits and an additional run in the third to run out dominant winners 4-1 (play the music below to get in the mood).
Following the excitement and win on the pitch, the awesome foursome felt we should make use of our location (being East of the 405 – well out of my comfort zone), and hit one of the off-beat bars in DTLA (that’s the shit way of saying Downtown Los Angeles). We found ourselves at Clifton’s, significantly underdressed and over served within minutes of arrival, with whiskey gingers and old fashioned cocktails flowing freely (they didn’t serve rum – again out of my comfort zone).
Clifton’s was pretty strange. It had a giant tree in the middle, a live peacock dressed as a human and live dance performances on the hour every hour by tree people of the jungle (that’s the best way Bryan could describe it as we co-author this post)….
Further to tradition, we ended the night with some pizza “zah” and some quality wrestling back in Santa Monica – shoutout Mindy for being an exceptional referee and preventing certain tears (by Bryan). #iwon
Today we’ll again pick things up where we left off, with a healthy brunch of bottomless mimosas and certainly too much food – diet starts tomorrow amiright?
Looking forward to Memorial Day weekend with friends, and finishing off the drive down the Interstate 5 when I hit the San Deigo Padres game on Monday.
Thirty before 30 