"Are you sure you want to go..?" asked David after I reluctantly nodded my head yes. I had second thoughts right away but because I'm oh-so-bold I couldn't go back on my word. I had just agreed to attend one of the biggest hick-fest hullabaloo's in the United States. A party punctuated with miller lite, mullets and Marlboro's.
Yesterday I learned that in-field at the Indy 500 is not an ideal place for ladies. But yours truly, fully clad in her brand new Indy500 shirt and $3 concession stand sunglasses tried her best to fit in.
It all began at a spry 4am. David shaved his beard so that he could have an (appropriate) mustache for this worthy occasion and I stood next to him to apply my face.. and to take pictures.
We rushed over to Amy and Kyle's and soon were on our way to the track. Traffic was in deadlock for..well..a little over 5 hours. We finally parked at BIG LOT's for $20 and proceeded to make breakfast/lunch. Bloody Mary's and vegetarian brats (well, at least for David and me). TALK ABOUT DELICIOUS!
It must be noted that I am not a hick, hillbilly or redneck. My friends are not, either. However..for this special day some of us went all out in order to fit in with the masses. With that said, I feel slightly more comfortable with sharing the following pictures.( Collapse )