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.
Almost as good as the "boobs for beer" sign we passed.
Nothing better than grilling out in a Big Lots parking lot with your favorite hick-clad posse.
Because I'm too classy for beer, I drank wine from a box.
Drinking games make the day complete
The line (yes, I said LINE) to get a general admissions ticket. 5000 people all trying to get to 3 ticket booths.
BUT WE DID IT (only took 2 hours!)
Yes, there was a bit of drinking going on.
but nothing these guys couldn't handle.
or these guys..
or even these (really sexy) guys.
So what did Indy 500 virgin Wendy Rose learn from this event? The Indy 500 really isn't about this.....
it's really about this:
PEEEEEEEACE OUT! Love, Wendy