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bigmacbear) wrote2024-04-07 11:59 pm
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LA Anaheim Trip, 4 of 5
SUNDAY
I got up to pee at five, after catching myself whimpering over a dream in which I had a bee in my eye. On returning to bed, I was awakened by Gary laughing out loud from a dream, which was a pleasant change. I woke up for the day just before the alarm was to go off, around twenty to eight. Because the weather was expected to be sunny and warm, I decided to forgo the leather jacket.
We left the hotel around nine for breakfast at Eggslut in the Grand Central Market, in the block with the Precinct and opposite Angels Flight. I had a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich with iced coffee and Gary had a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich with orange juice. A cute young bear called out orders and delivered the food. The sandwiches were delicious but messy, as the eggs were cooked a little runny for flavor. While we were eating, a child ran into a chair at the adjacent table. It sounded nasty, but the child appeared more shaken than injured.
We left the market through the Hill Street entrance, sat briefly to get our bearings, then caught the 28 bus to the Hall of Justice (cue the Ted Knight voice-over from SuperFriends). We got pictures from the Federal Courthouse across the street, then took a break in Grand Park opposite City Hall. A dude in a black suit gave a sermon from the top of the City Hall steps. A mother and father with a little girl passed by; the girl was doing somersaults. A weathered but nicely dressed dude approached us with his phone, made some approving remarks about us being tourists, and took our picture. We waited there until about 10:30, then ascended the stairs to Hill Street and the Civic Center/ Grand Park Station on the B and D lines. At the top of the stairs, we overheard a dude sitting off to the side, who loudly and repeatedly invited the person he was talking with on his phone to suck his dick.
We caught the subway one stop to Union Station for the train to Anaheim for the Angels game. We had to stop short of the station for another train to clear. When we arrived, we hit the bathroom, purchased tickets for the Angels Express, and sat in the waiting room until it was time to board the train. There weren't many people onboard, and unlike Friday we made it all the way to Anaheim without incident. We traversed the parking lot from the train station, navigating around a few tailgate parties and a bunch of kids in Red Sox uniforms playing... football. (?)
We entered the stadium by the right field gate closest to the station and ascended to the top of the ramp to get pictures. The ramp reminded me of Riverfront Stadium and Gary of Shea Stadium. As it happened, despite the bleachers at the top of the ramp being labeled as 200-level seats, we couldn't get to our seats on that level and returned to the terrace level where our seats actually were. We were seated behind a family of five: a young couple with a small boy and presumably the grandparents. Dad was a hot cub and Grandpa (or perhaps Dad's big brother) was simply huge. They wore Angels gear, but there was a huge contingent of Red Sox fans in our section (behind the Sox' dugout) including not one but two big bears in Ortiz 34 jerseys, and a couple dudes behind us shouting (tongue in cheek) "Let's Go Oakland!" Angels pitcher Chase Silseth gave up three solo home runs in the third inning, but after a conference at the mound the manager kept him in. Eventually, though, the Sox scored again in the top of the 6th, which prompted a pitching change (for Jose Suarez, who appears to be a big ol' bear). It didn't help, as almost the next at-bat (Reese McGuire) resulted in a 3-run homer. In the top of the 8th, the Sox had a triple followed by a sacrifice RBI. Mike Trout answered with a solo homer in the bottom of the eighth to nix the shutout. Between innings we stopped by the restroom and shopped for souvenirs at the team store. We'd intended to wait on the concourse, but the ninth inning ran a bit longer than expected so we returned to our section. In the top of the ninth, Boston scored four more runs on a combination of walks and base hits. This prompted two more pitching changes after the second out, with the closing pitcher being first baseman Miguel Sanó. The bottom of the ninth seemed more an effort to save face than a possibility of a win, but the Angels managed a run from third on a wild pitch for a final score of 12-2. The scoreboard was taken down immediately after the last out (perhaps due to embarrassment?) so I took a snapshot of the Bally Sports coverage on the overhead TV instead.
We made our way to the train with about 15 minutes to spare. It was a little complicated because there was no designated pedestrian path across the parking lot, but we managed. The train got underway about 4:30. We parked on track 15 which has no ramp to the station and has a structure blocking the exit from the last two cars of the train, so we had to cross into the next car, exit the train, and walk all the way around the length of the train to reach the station. Fortunately, this also placed us steps away from bus bay 5, where we caught the 40 bus to the hotel.
We arrived about six to recharge phones and plan for dinner, agreeing to leave about seven for Kura, a belt sushi place two blocks east. In the meantime, I called Colleen and let her know how the trip was going, and we wrapped up the conversation so she could put grandson Milo to bed and we could get to dinner. When we got to the restaurant, we were told it would be an hour wait, so we walked around the corner of a little pedestrian mall to Ramen Yamadaya, which featured ramen but also had a selection of sushi. Gary had the chicken ramen, while I had the house specialty and we split a California roll and had strawberry lemonade. There were murals with anime characters and scenes from Japan on the wall behind Gary. On the way back, Gary took a picture of another pedestrian passage with a direct line of vision toward City Hall. At the other end of the passage, named for astronaut Ellison Onizuka, there was a model of the Space Shuttle which neither of us noticed until Gary examined the picture.
We returned to the room about eight, surfed the net and watched hockey on ESPN. Our checked bags were packed by nine and we were in bed by 9:30, with an alarm set for 2:30 am.
I got up to pee at five, after catching myself whimpering over a dream in which I had a bee in my eye. On returning to bed, I was awakened by Gary laughing out loud from a dream, which was a pleasant change. I woke up for the day just before the alarm was to go off, around twenty to eight. Because the weather was expected to be sunny and warm, I decided to forgo the leather jacket.
We left the hotel around nine for breakfast at Eggslut in the Grand Central Market, in the block with the Precinct and opposite Angels Flight. I had a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich with iced coffee and Gary had a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich with orange juice. A cute young bear called out orders and delivered the food. The sandwiches were delicious but messy, as the eggs were cooked a little runny for flavor. While we were eating, a child ran into a chair at the adjacent table. It sounded nasty, but the child appeared more shaken than injured.
We left the market through the Hill Street entrance, sat briefly to get our bearings, then caught the 28 bus to the Hall of Justice (cue the Ted Knight voice-over from SuperFriends). We got pictures from the Federal Courthouse across the street, then took a break in Grand Park opposite City Hall. A dude in a black suit gave a sermon from the top of the City Hall steps. A mother and father with a little girl passed by; the girl was doing somersaults. A weathered but nicely dressed dude approached us with his phone, made some approving remarks about us being tourists, and took our picture. We waited there until about 10:30, then ascended the stairs to Hill Street and the Civic Center/ Grand Park Station on the B and D lines. At the top of the stairs, we overheard a dude sitting off to the side, who loudly and repeatedly invited the person he was talking with on his phone to suck his dick.
We caught the subway one stop to Union Station for the train to Anaheim for the Angels game. We had to stop short of the station for another train to clear. When we arrived, we hit the bathroom, purchased tickets for the Angels Express, and sat in the waiting room until it was time to board the train. There weren't many people onboard, and unlike Friday we made it all the way to Anaheim without incident. We traversed the parking lot from the train station, navigating around a few tailgate parties and a bunch of kids in Red Sox uniforms playing... football. (?)
We entered the stadium by the right field gate closest to the station and ascended to the top of the ramp to get pictures. The ramp reminded me of Riverfront Stadium and Gary of Shea Stadium. As it happened, despite the bleachers at the top of the ramp being labeled as 200-level seats, we couldn't get to our seats on that level and returned to the terrace level where our seats actually were. We were seated behind a family of five: a young couple with a small boy and presumably the grandparents. Dad was a hot cub and Grandpa (or perhaps Dad's big brother) was simply huge. They wore Angels gear, but there was a huge contingent of Red Sox fans in our section (behind the Sox' dugout) including not one but two big bears in Ortiz 34 jerseys, and a couple dudes behind us shouting (tongue in cheek) "Let's Go Oakland!" Angels pitcher Chase Silseth gave up three solo home runs in the third inning, but after a conference at the mound the manager kept him in. Eventually, though, the Sox scored again in the top of the 6th, which prompted a pitching change (for Jose Suarez, who appears to be a big ol' bear). It didn't help, as almost the next at-bat (Reese McGuire) resulted in a 3-run homer. In the top of the 8th, the Sox had a triple followed by a sacrifice RBI. Mike Trout answered with a solo homer in the bottom of the eighth to nix the shutout. Between innings we stopped by the restroom and shopped for souvenirs at the team store. We'd intended to wait on the concourse, but the ninth inning ran a bit longer than expected so we returned to our section. In the top of the ninth, Boston scored four more runs on a combination of walks and base hits. This prompted two more pitching changes after the second out, with the closing pitcher being first baseman Miguel Sanó. The bottom of the ninth seemed more an effort to save face than a possibility of a win, but the Angels managed a run from third on a wild pitch for a final score of 12-2. The scoreboard was taken down immediately after the last out (perhaps due to embarrassment?) so I took a snapshot of the Bally Sports coverage on the overhead TV instead.
We made our way to the train with about 15 minutes to spare. It was a little complicated because there was no designated pedestrian path across the parking lot, but we managed. The train got underway about 4:30. We parked on track 15 which has no ramp to the station and has a structure blocking the exit from the last two cars of the train, so we had to cross into the next car, exit the train, and walk all the way around the length of the train to reach the station. Fortunately, this also placed us steps away from bus bay 5, where we caught the 40 bus to the hotel.
We arrived about six to recharge phones and plan for dinner, agreeing to leave about seven for Kura, a belt sushi place two blocks east. In the meantime, I called Colleen and let her know how the trip was going, and we wrapped up the conversation so she could put grandson Milo to bed and we could get to dinner. When we got to the restaurant, we were told it would be an hour wait, so we walked around the corner of a little pedestrian mall to Ramen Yamadaya, which featured ramen but also had a selection of sushi. Gary had the chicken ramen, while I had the house specialty and we split a California roll and had strawberry lemonade. There were murals with anime characters and scenes from Japan on the wall behind Gary. On the way back, Gary took a picture of another pedestrian passage with a direct line of vision toward City Hall. At the other end of the passage, named for astronaut Ellison Onizuka, there was a model of the Space Shuttle which neither of us noticed until Gary examined the picture.
We returned to the room about eight, surfed the net and watched hockey on ESPN. Our checked bags were packed by nine and we were in bed by 9:30, with an alarm set for 2:30 am.