How can we move to the town of Pasadena and not become Rose Bowl junkies? Well, let me tell you, we are not to be left out ...
First, let it be known, there is a distinction between the Rose Bowl (the stadium that hosts the football game) and the Rose Parade. I confess, I've always called the parade the Rose Bowl Parade, but -- ahem -- it's just the Rose Parade. I stand corrected.
Last night, I logged onto Sharp Seating, the only authorized seller of parade tickets. Mr. Forbes and I are now the proud owners of TWO tickets to sit in the grandstand located on the 500-block on Colorado. It will take us about ten minutes to walk there from our apartment -- if we meander sloooowly. We'll be headed there very early on January 2, though, as we are also the proud owners of TWO tickets for the all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast hosted by the First United Methodist Church of Pasadena (proceeds to benefit the youth -- why Methodist youth have a lock on pancake breakfasts, I do not know). I don't think they'll experience any profit from Matt. That man can eat him some pancakes!
Related Rose Bowl matters ... Matt has been swimming at the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center since March. Yesterday and this morning, I ran on the trail that encircles the Rose Bowl and the Rosemont Golf Club. The trail is an exact 5k, but I like to think I'm adding at least a half mile for the jog from our car to stadium parking lot K. The trail is used by walkers, runners, bikers, dogs, and horses (yes, horses). And since dogs and horses do what they do, I keep a pretty close eye on my feet. It's been absolutely perfect running weather -- high 50s and misty. As the sun comes up, the birds in the surrounding foothills go crazy with the their greetings. It's truly lovely. So Matt and I will begin every week day morning with a drive to the Rose Bowl for a little swimming (him) and running (me).
Some brides begin their marriage with roses. I'm beginning mine with the Rose Bowl.
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