People watching is almost as exciting as the real sport. I mean, I can't even begin to count how many crashes I witnessed this weekend off the race track. There was one couple that decided it would be a great idea to ride their wagon down the hill (not a road) to the concert below. That was a fun one to watch. Not to mention, my hubby made $5 off the deal betting that they wouldn't be able to ride it the whole way down. I think you can figure out how it worked out for them. I also got to see a guy not once, but twice, fall into a ditch and onto someone else's tent while trying to make his way to the track. His
better other half was quite upset with him and made it very clear before swerving and tipsy-ingly apologizing to us for the state they were in he was in. Then there was the woman at the track who didn't get to see, but ten laps of the whole race because she was passed out the entire time. I actually took a picture of her, but felt really bad posting it online - maybe her grandma reads my blog... or something. I actually felt bad for the girl sitting next to her because they definitely didn't come together and more than once she put crashed her head onto her shoulder. It was entertaining to watch her do a hula dance with her eyes closed. I'm just impressed that she didn't fall over - I am definitely not skilled at sleeping while sitting up like she is.
Okay, so the real fun began Friday night when this man who called himself Bubba Smith (yes, for reals) graced us with his presence. I know when this man was born: month, date, and year, where he lives, how many miles his home is from the track, how he purchased his tickets, his dog's name, what his nipple looks like - long story - , when he was born, how many miles his home is from the track... Oh, did I already say that? Well, so did he....waaaaay more than once. I actually got pretty frustrated with this dude after helping him find his lost puppy (locked in his truck) twice in the same night. He also shared his passion for plumbing which explains his Facebook name, Waterboy. Yup, you read right, he "gets the water out of the ground, makes it go up, and then back down." Now, at this point, I'm sure you're thinking what I was thinking...that man had too much to drink!
|Brother Bear and me. Love him.|
Except the next night he returned and although he could stand up a little straighter, it was the same show and dance! I honestly question how we attract these crazy party folk. I guess we all had "Nice Guy" stamped on our backs. I tried my hardest not to be as friendly and welcoming Saturday night because, quite frankly, I was there to spend time with my family and enjoy their company, not get interrupted every 30 seconds by someone wanting to tell me their birthday. #sorrynotsorry So later that night when he interrupted us yet again to ask if we had seen his dog (who is named Clarabelle after the cow from Mickey Mouse even though her tail has a white dipped end instead of a brown), I simply looked at him and said, "No!" He didn't return - hopefully the dog was okay - she was really sweet.
He also sat down on the ground to tie his shoe and after two attempts admitted, "I got a little frustrated and mistied my shoe." Oh, I forgot to tell you the story about why I know what his nipple looks like. My husband mentioned that we should all take a picture.
So Mr. BubbaSmithWaterboybornOctober13,197330milesfromthetrack took that as an invitation to whip up his shirt and shout, "Take a picture of this!" Keepin it classy.
Like I said, NASCAR races are a blast whether you're a fan or not. And to be honest it's really easy to become a fan with racers like this sweet ginger driver, Brian Vickers. *Swoon*