UNBELIEVABLE!
On January 30, 2009 I published a list of 101 things I wanted to do in the next 1001 days. The 101 in 1001 list is an interesting collection of goals, as it brings together personal and professional ambitions, as well as seemingly difficult and seemingly simplistic ideals to reach for. Let’s be honest, there is an obvious reason for this - I wanted to be able to actually cross some of these goals off of my list. And for others, I wanted the list to act as a swift kick in the pants to go after my hearts’ desires.
Then there were just a few, that seemed somewhat out of place…yet, I added them to the list anyway. Why? I’m not really sure. But maybe, perhaps, it was just because these were DREAMS more than GOALS - ludicrous ideas that would be fantastic if they somehow came to pass. And it was bold and fun to add them to my list. Case in point - Meet Bill Simmons. I have no idea how to make this happen, save some twitter stalking (which is obviously unacceptable). It is an unattainable and insane “goal” - it is out of my control. Another item on my three year agenda was SO unattainable that I forgot I had even put it on the list. But, lo and behold, it happened! So, here I am, three months later, checking it off…
Watch the Alabama Crimson Tide win the National Championship - DONE!
Remember the Rose Bowl? We’ll win then.
So, on January 1, 2010 around 5am, my husband and I walk out of our house for the last time, carrying our two dogs, and pack into our SUV with a U-Haul attached. We drive half a mile to pick up John and Heidi Steakley, who are making the trip out with us to Los Angeles. This is our “official” move date. We drive for 35 hours straight. No stopping. Bathroom breaks alone. It quickly becomes a cherished nightmare of an adventure. Fueled by insane amounts of caffeine, we finally all break down and take a 30 minute nap somewhere on the Mexico border in easily the sketchiest parking lot I’ve ever seen, (which is saying a lot mind you). Heidi and I buy toothbrushes at a gas station that could best be described as “straight out of a horror film”. We brush our teeth in industrial sinks. Our teeth bleed. We head back out on the road. We roll into Southern California on a beautiful day, January 2, 2010, completely exhausted, with Lady Gaga welcoming us to town. When we arrive at the house in Manhattan Beach, the real work begins…immediately.
The very next day - the first sunrise from the porch on the roof of our house!

Furniture is delivered. We unpack and clean in a whirlwind of madness. We have exactly three days to get this house together - because ALL of our family is flying into town. Not to mention countless friends. And for some reason that I still can’t put my finger on, I thought it was a fabulous idea to have a house party the night before the big game at our place on the beach. What the what? It was chaos.
Everyone begins to arrive on January 5, 2010. There is this incredible excitement in the air - it doesn’t seem real. I feel as though all the people I love the most have made this trip for me. They didn’t. It was for the Tide.
I really didn’t put much hope or thought into the National Championship. It was so surreal that we were even playing. Surely we would lose at some point in the season. Someone would get hurt. Someone would do something stupid. Tim Tebow would crush us in Atlanta. Right? But somehow, we made it all the way to The Rose Bowl. I couldn’t get my hopes up for #13 - I wouldn’t be able to deal with my husband’s disappointment…
We have our house party and it is an absolute blast! We go out afterward to South in Santa Monica. It seems as though the entire State is here. The experience starts to sink in…just a little.
Me and Heidi that night:

The next day, we are Pasadena bound. I’m dressed in the exact same outfit I wore to the very first game of the year against Virginia Tech at the Georgia Dome. Alabama won that game - and my husband made me wear something from that original outfit EVERY SINGLE SATURDAY for the rest of the season. Even though I didn’t make it to another game. Even though I was shooting every Saturday. I had that stupid cami on under every outfit. So, naturally, the Rose Bowl called for the outfit I wore to the Georgia Dome…in entirety. I look like a tool. Unstylish and absurd. Whatever.
And then, before I know it, we’re there. This is actually happening.
(Thanks to my Dad for the rest of the images in this post!)
Me and Haley before the game:

My Dad, Margo (my Sister-In-Law), me, and Lucy!

The Million Dollar Marching Band - I love the energy and the light of The Rose Bowl at this point!

Okay, we are playing Texas in the National Championship. I’m so nervous I can hardly stand it.
Dad and Margo meet the most enthusiastic Texas fan since Matthew McConaughey…

Dad makes a bet with him…he seems pretty happy about it…

The 4th quarter creeps down. This game is getting pretty dang serious…I am in total shock.

AND WE WIN! WE FREAKING WIN!
Number 13.
Unreal.


Dad trying to collect on the bet…the Texas fan is no longer happy. He refuses to turn around for this final picture…

After the game I lose my group for a while. I end up stuck on the opposite side of the tunnel the players…excuse me, National Champions…are walking out of to head to their buses. AND, I see Rolando McClain. And I attack him. I don’t know what happened, it was so fast. I dart out like a blur and bear-hug him with all my might. He laughs…
BEST. DAY. EVER.














