As predicted, when I woke up on day 6, I couldn’t lift my arms higher than shoulder level. Washing my hair that morning was super fun.
We left the B&B around 9:00, not actually ever meeting the owner. I had heard someone in the kitchen when I was getting dressed, but there were no other guests there and I think she lived mostly in a guest house on the property. We put our key back in the lockbox and headed out.
We went through Ojai proper, stopping at a grocery store to get muffins and juice for breakfast in the car. We were headed for Los Angeles and had to get there by noon for very exciting afternoon plans. Our trip took us up and around a mountain, and then through Santa Paula and Fillmore.
Then we hit highway 5, and boy was it good to be on a major highway again.
We made it to LA without any problems, and found our destination. We were early, so we stopped for lunch and killed some time in a little independent pizza place.
Just before 1:00, we headed down the street to Universal Studios.
Okay, so. I have been a huge fan of Chelsea Handler ever since a friend told me about her show way back when. I think she’s hilarious and I don’t care that she’s mean to people, it’s funny. Her panel always has me in fits of giggles. I knew she was finishing up with Chelsea Lately this past summer, so when we planned this trip, I checked the ticket website, no joke, twice a day minimum, in the hopes that she would still be filming when we got there. As it turned out, the following week was her last week, so when the July dates were finally posted, I pounced on them. No guest had been listed but I didn’t care, I grabbed the tickets and was soooo excited for it.
You aren’t supposed to take pictures in the studio – in fact I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to bring my phone in at all, but I couldn’t help it, and I also couldn’t help snapping this picture really quickly:
The guest ended up being Kelsey Grammer! It was a terrific taping, and when I watched the show later, I was pretty sure I could hear myself laughing, which I’m sure does not surprise anyone who knows me.
After the taping, which went later than we expected it to, we had to hurry across the city to find our condo and meet the owner’s girlfriend, who was letting us in. If I remember correctly, it took us a couple tries to find the right street, and the condo ended up being built on a giant hill, but eventually we managed to park the car in a place where it wouldn’t roll right into the road, and make our way inside. It was one of those building that had outside spaces inside, if that makes any sense – this was a giant open area in the middle of the hallway:
I had chosen our condos specifically for their proximities to the ballparks we were going to. It had worked out perfectly in San Francisco. In LA, google maps had told me that Dodger Stadium was only a 15 minute walk from the condo, which was great.
If only, right?
Here’s what google maps doesn’t tell you. That Dodger Stadium sits at the top of a literal mountain, that half the walk to the stadium was steep downhill through a literal ravine, and the other half was up that mountain. By the time we got to the top – which, thanks to my Fitbit I know was the equivalent of walking up 13 stories, I wasn’t just out of breath. I was downright irrationally MAD, because I was still a little crunchy from the day before and the LAST thing I wanted to do that night was climb a mountain. I was already dreading the walk home through the ravine. And our seats were in the nosebleeds, in the second to last level of the stadium.
“Yeah, we’re finding a fucking elevator,” I think I muttered. “I am NOT walking up 15 more stories to our seats.”
I was a great travel companion that day. HAHA.
Getting up to our seats was worth it in the end, because Dodger Stadium is a neat place and we had a great view. It had nothing on the view from AT&T Park in San Francisco, but was cool in its own right.
The game itself was a lot of fun (I think we saw some young hotshot pitcher but I can’t really remember those kinds of details – I tend to remember really important things like the fact that I thought I could probably outrun SF Giants third baseman Pablo Sandoval) and the Dodgers won which I thought was good because Dodger fans are craaaaaazy. Oh, and I tried my first churro! Remember how I was talking about the ballpark food being way better in the US than at home? I figured I should probably try the snack that had made me giggle the most, the all-important churro. It was yummy even though I ended up with Cinnamon Sugar Cleavage (it’s a common ailment). And I got my ballpark pics in, although I’m not certain what is wrong with my face in the first one. At least I was wearing my Dodger blue!
I read only afterward that apparently you can see the Hollywood sign from the stadium, but either it was behind us or we are blind, because we never saw it.
Speaking of the Hollywood sign, we had talked about going out to see it. We really had no interest in doing any of the touristy things in Los Angeles, like Rodeo Drive and the Walk of Fame. We really were there only for the ballgame, and the Chelsea taping was an added bonus. In the end by the time the game ended we were tired and didn’t really feel like driving half an hour out of our way just to see the sign.
Incidentally, we did not get home the same way we got to the stadium, because I just flat out refused to navigate the ravine. (Seriously, I was a lot of fun that night.) Dodger Stadium runs free buses from the terminal to the ballpark and back again, so we hopped on a bus to the terminal and then took a 5 minute cab ride back to the condo. I was asleep probably 20 minutes after getting home.