I'll See YOU At The Races

Last night, my company sponsored the evening here.  Other than the fact that Subway didn't give us any mayonnaise, mustard, Italian dressing or indeed, any condiments at all (which they will hear about) and the fact that our company name was spelled wrong on the marque board outside the racetrack (guess they didn't look at that big check we gave them before they put the name up) it was quite the fun drink fest.  And in keeping with my idea of dragging out my birthday for as long as possible, since this is only the first anniversary of my 39th, I drank far more than I usually do.  So did everyone else.  Two hangovers in one week, unprecedented.  And I might note: NEVER AGAIN.

Since we sponsored the evening, we got the VIP treatment, which consists of being able to watch from the alleged press box, which is basically a portable trailer like the one you remember from high school, mounted on stilts with some very steep scary steps.   We had an awful lot of people stuffed into the portable in the sky and it didn't bother me until it started rocking.

We had lots of funny moments, especially when Boss the Son realized that Subway didn't give us condiments and tried to call the store to complain and make them drive to Owosso (a good hour and 15 minutes away) and bring us condiments.  Directory assistance at Nextel, however, kept connecting him to the wrong Subway store in Howell, since there are four.  The guy at that Subway just kept hanging up on him.   Eventually, he sent someone to a nearby party store to purchase said condiments.  And another case of beer.

Since Martin used to race Formula V, I have spent countless week-ends and hours at various racetracks and am quite comfortable at them.  The Owosso Speedway is fun because it's heartening to see so many people who are so supportive of week-end warriors.   There were a couple good smash ups and on the oval track, the drivers were reaching speeds of 150 mph, which is really impressive. 

Martin and I, since we were childless today, slept in.  We are having Bloody Marys in celebration and I now realize how pathetic my life has become since I am drinking my Bloody Mary through a twisted Batman straw.

I couldn't find the Hello Kitty straw.

Comments

[Amy]

I'm glad to hear someone is comfortable at a speedway. I, on the other hand, am truly scared of them and yet for some reason they keep popping up in my life. The Owosso one, my uncle lives in Talladaga, AL and yesterday we had to drive by MIS twice during a race. The people kind of scare me, especially the hootchy mama's.