I started my afternoon off in Pasadena. I had scheduled a mandatory eye appointment just east of Old Town two hours before the UCLA basketball team was to tip off their second to last game of the season against Colorado. It lined up perfectly.
After an hour of ocular prodding and another hour before tipoff, I had time to kill before the game began. I sojourned to Old Town for some much needed retail therapy as I try to assuage my pregame excitement. A while back I had lost a gray and red tartan patterned cap which I was missing terribly, simply due to its comfort, but I would be remiss if I did not admit that I took a tiny bit of pleasure in the vanity it brought me as it complimented my facial features.