Significant Other, Wee One, and I went on vacation this weekend. Where did we go, you ask? Well, being the refined young family that we are, we went to the drag races.
Yep, the NHRA Las Vegas Nationals. I spent my weekend watching drag racing, and I loved every minute of it. I love the smell of nitro. I love the cars. I love the drivers. I love the sounds. I love the crashes. I speak the language. I wish I could bottle VHT, my car would smell amazing (yes, I realize no one knows what this is). My face looks lovely due to the fact that I spent three days sitting in the same spot, with the sun blaring down on the right side of my face. And my raccoon eyes are spectacular (raccoon eye, really).
Most people go to Vegas for the food and shopping, (well, and the gambling, liquor, and naked women, but that's not exactly my style), I go for the racing. Don't worry, it was a true family affair; my mom, dad, and two sisters attended as well.
I'm sad the weekend is over. And I will be back next year. And just in case you were wondering, the events I don't get the pleasure of attending in person I watch on ESPN 2. It may be a closet addiction, but it is a strong one, nonetheless.
Significant Other is still wondering what he got himself into.
And I'm not a horrible mother, I did not take my four month old to the track. I tried, my mom vetoed it. Apparently it's a very loud place.
And with that, I invite you to judge away.
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