as her christmas gift, i got tara tickets to nascar. the race was this past weekend so we decided to make a whole day of it that saturday. which means we started cocktail hour at 10:30 am. the day started pretty typical. we took the train to the speedway from downtown chicago. began the day with two bottles of champagne and some oj, made friends, watched a woman take so many selfies she failed to notice her baby chewing on her lighter, the usual. hopped off the train in joliet and took a cab to the track. the best part about nascar is that you can bring your own alcohol. this is meant as "soft sided 6 pack coolers with beer" but we decided it actually meant "pop bottles full of vodka."
no one questioned it. as we found our way into the pit and garage area, we quickly learned that absolutely no one was going to say no to us today. so we wandered as far as anyone would let us go and if we weren't afraid of dying, we probably could have gotten onto the track or into a car. the guys outside the viva racing trailer invited us in to check it out and basically we just never left. parked ourselves in their chairs in the shade, enjoyed out beverages, and laughed when they shooed all non-nascar personnel out of the area. jamie dick racing? #dicktowin? obviously, we couldn't leave.
oh and i decided i'm going to embrace being a car model now.
and just when we thought the fun was over and we might actually have to find our seats in the stands, the nice men in the photo below asked if we wanted to follow them to pit row. obviously, we did. they brought the chairs and cooler and everything. i can never sit in the stands again.
who knows? maybe next time tara and i will be driving. thanks for all the fun, viva racing! we'll be back.