Last night the hubs and I went to watch stock car races.

I'll wait while you pick yourself up off the floor.

Casey helped build a race car and this was its maiden voyage. This is Casey doing some last minute futzing with the car:



I wasn't forewarned that I'd be the only female supporting the team. The testosterone overload was dizzying.

Being the only female in the group meant that I was the only one with a purse. Therefore I became the beer mule.



I don't even drink beer. At one point I was filming the races and one of the guys asked me for a beer. I forgot that I was filming (Alzheimer's home, STAT!) and actually filmed the transaction. I think I'd better keep my day job. Or perhaps take up knitting. It was so cold last night that at one point one of the guys offered someone $500.00 for their blanket.

I actually had fun. My favorite was the race I incorrectly called "crazy eights". It was crazy and they were going in figure eights, so I think that's what this race would be named if I ruled NASCAR. I think ruling NASCAR will have to wait until I lose a few teeth, based on the surrounding crowd. As a hint, take a look at the advertisement... what kind of crowd do you think they're marketing to?