Sunday Morning NASCAR
Last night was a bit wilder and much closer to what I thought the infield would be like. The row in front of us is all Marine Corps and other volunteers and those kids were a bloody hoot to play with. I vaguely remember being able to treat my liver the way they were last night; It was fun to live vicariously for a little while.
Jabbering with pal John Keegan while listening to the generators all firing up for coffee, TV and all the other devices we need these days. Technology rules!
Our neighbors to the left (Craig and Tyse) have some pals over to help with towing the cars if needed. It’s pretty cool to have “insiders” here to know WTF is going on a little before everyone else. Anyways, one of their wives brought a friend from SLO (they both go to Cuesta, where Kerri started her college adventure) and she hooked up with one of the Marines across the way. Like I said, it’s fun watching the younger folks go through the same stuff (in a different way) that we all went through. She made a classic (classic!) quote this morning that I wanted to somehow work into this post in a tasteful manner but I just can’t get to that level of creativity (I’m not sure I can dig that deep at all). It was funny as all get-out but I just can’t republish it here and feel good about myself. And I know I’ll forget it in 20 minutes. Oh well… that’s life.
Oh yeah: So the Marines are packing up so they can work the rest of the day and then take off. They’re disciplined MoFos, for sure. I called across the fence at this one kat and offered to keep his beer cold while he was gone and he told me that he had to be done drinking for the weekend so I could have the rest of his 36-pack of Bud Light. There were 20 or so beers in there and it was just what we needed to get through the rest of the day. But then his pal asked if we drank Bacardi at all. Of course we do! So we got a half handle of Bacardi Gold too. Totally cool of them!
Need to charge this laptop up s’more. Will post in the afternoon if I’m not at the track. Peace!