I had a GREAT time in the Finger Lakes region of New York state. My goodness it's pretty down there. And the race track at Watkins Glen is surrounded by the rolling hills and lakes and some amazing wine country. The weather was perfect. Okay..... a little hot, but I plastered on the SPF 60 and didn't even turn the slightest shade of red at all.
Both races - one Saturday and one Sunday were great fun and exciting. A couple of crashes - a bunch of caution flags. Even with my not so great little Canon camera I got some good images and even video. If you're my friend on FB - turn the volume up on your speakers and you'll get an idea of how loud it is when those cars zoom zoom by. I am so hooked. I am ready to go to Montreal - for the race at the end of August. Really. That's an easy day trip too. I am going to check out the ticket prices as soon as I finish this blog entry.
I had half a mind to call RJ while at the track - she's down in Nova Scotia now with her dad - I wanted to tell her to put the phone to her dad's ear as the cars thundered by around the straight away, but figured - why rub it in. XSU would only tell me one of a couple of things: 1- what a waste of my money, and/or 2 - he'd rather watch the race on tv than live. Seriously.
I'll never forget when I was doing the divorce busting thing and working in the private sector. I managed to score some Canadiens tickets at the old Forum. This was big. Getting seats in the Forum is always next to impossible. But I got them.We took the girls and went to Montreal for the weekend after he said at least once he didn't want to go. I think Lily was on stand by for that one. I owe her a trip now I guess. Lily? Montreal at the end of August if you're not on a bike killing yourself on some trail run??? Rather than accepting the tickets and enjoying the weekend, he made sure to tell me more than once that watching the game on tv was better. What else can you do with someone like that EXCEPT leave.
All in all a good time was had by all at *The Glen.* There was even some shopping involved at the local Target store along the way home in Ithaca. Jets were in training in the next town over, so I gather American foot ball season will be starting soon. The town was all over that stuff. Meanwhile we up here in the north are about half way through football season and I am trying to score tickets to the Grey Cup game. ( yeah that should be easy)
AS we were driving home - about 4 hours or so away, I got a call from Rebel wondering when I'd get home. She was at the hospital for some annual tests and didn't have money or bus tickets to get home and of course the car her father gave her was being driven by the loser BF. AND he couldn't pick her up either because he didn't have money to pay for his cell. ANd because all her friends are total losers and she is the only one with a vehicle and license none of her friends could help her. I was really enjoying how adult she claims to be yet I get a call at least every second or third day looking for me to save her. I bite my tongue and say NOTHING about her bf or her lack for foresight. NOT saving her much any longer. NOT my problem at all.
Now... Blondie - don't forget to take a parka and boots. You're heading to Alaska. You'll need that protection from the horse and deer flies and mosquitos! And night eye mask. The sun is constant. Don't foget the shades.