march meet madness

event: 51st annual march meet

parties involved: does it matter? they're all hooligans

why we go: cause we love the smell of nitro in the morning (but not really). not to mention, it's just how we roll.


friday
drove down. took me 5 hours with one stop for gas. my god it's a long drive and i always forget. thank god for the ipod.

i arrive at the track and it's packed. at the end of everything, rumors abound that over 100K showed up. 500 race entries. they actually turned some away.

i begin drinking and i don't remember much after that. besides hiccups. a lot of hiccups.

saturday
it's cold. deathly cold. as i lay in bed trying to wake up i think to myself 'i don't know what my face and hair look like right now, but i know it can't be good." i'm 30. can't drink like i used to apparently. but i still try. and will continue.

lots of back slapping and people watching. and a lot of camo. not to mention the bakersfield gang unit is on site. didn't know that the gangs were problematic at the nostalgia drag races. something sniffs of overtime and tax dollars, but i'm never able to confirm.

night begins to fall. ice chest dives become more frequent and laughs become louder. i walk the pits with the dad. i love it.

sunday
wake up in the morning thinking the same exact thing as saturday morning. i see a pattern. i decide to take on more water today. hydration is key.

watch some races. chat with some folks. reminisce about the weekend's festivities. realize that i'm a lucky gal to be a part of this. not just an onlooker. i'm in it. the middle of the madness. and for a few weekends a year, there's no other place i'd rather be or people i'd rather be with. the word 'cool' has nothing on these peeps.