This weekend was...full, to say the least. It all began with making fifteen breakfast burritos at 12:30am on Saturday. A group of guys went out to the Kansas Speedway, meeting in the parking lot at 6:00am and I thought that it would be a good use of some of the 60 eggs that my mom bought for me at Costco over family weekend. We clocked into work at 7:00am. The real work didn't start until about 11:00am, but who's keeping track right? Until then, there was some napping and studying for midterm exams that were coming up. We spent the rest of the day running up and down the stairs of the grandstand in the midst of tens of thousands of NASCAR fans. Side note, great atmosphere out at those events. I'm not a particular fan of NASCAR, but the fans are great and it was really cool that they had someone lead a prayer before the National Anthem. I have never seen that at any other sporting event, and honestly, that ought to be the way everyone does it. Sunday was rinse, dry, repeat as far as the speedway goes.
Back track to Saturday after we got back from the fundraiser. As if the day hadn't already been long enough, I decided to go to the homecoming dance. Great idea, right? You're only young once, and even though it was a long, hard day at the fundraiser, I could not pass up the opportunity to show off my white boy moves. It was a great way to get my mind off of my recent break-up. No need to delve into that though. I had a terrific time at homecoming (although the DJ could have played at least one other genre of music besides hip hop). I don't mind hip hop, I'll dance to it all night long; and I did, but for goodness sake switch it up a little bit please. Besides, I'm into my country music, and all I asked for was one country song and I would have been satisfied, but she never gave it to me. It wasn't until a group broke out into Garth Brooks' "Friends in Low Places" that I got my fix for the evening. The next day was long and tiring, running food and drinks to the fans at the speedway, but I wouldn't have changed a thing.
Back track to Saturday after we got back from the fundraiser. As if the day hadn't already been long enough, I decided to go to the homecoming dance. Great idea, right? You're only young once, and even though it was a long, hard day at the fundraiser, I could not pass up the opportunity to show off my white boy moves. It was a great way to get my mind off of my recent break-up. No need to delve into that though. I had a terrific time at homecoming (although the DJ could have played at least one other genre of music besides hip hop). I don't mind hip hop, I'll dance to it all night long; and I did, but for goodness sake switch it up a little bit please. Besides, I'm into my country music, and all I asked for was one country song and I would have been satisfied, but she never gave it to me. It wasn't until a group broke out into Garth Brooks' "Friends in Low Places" that I got my fix for the evening. The next day was long and tiring, running food and drinks to the fans at the speedway, but I wouldn't have changed a thing.
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