These Are the Days

The Brickyard 400 has become a yearly tradition. I have been to every race held, & for the last few years, have gone done with one of my peeps. J decided to make it a trend & joined me for his 2^nd year.

Pretty much if you have been to a race, you get NASCAR. There are some rules you must follow though, to fully & authentically take in the experience. What I mean is, when in Rome, do as the Romans.

1. Sleep with your sister.
2. Knock out a few teeth.
3. Indulge in multiple forms of tobacco products.
4. Where a wife beater & have an abnormal amount of back hair (Maybe even shave your driver’s # in it).
5. Drink a Wisconsin amount of beer, warm, & all while screaming at the top of your lungs “DeeeeeeeeeeeJaaaaaaayyyyyyyy!”

Seriously, its absolutely amazing.

The plan for the drive down was to hop in the car at midnight & get in Indianapolis just as the track was opening. That was a good idea if we had gotten any sleep before we left. Friday night I had decided to have a few people over. It wouldn’t have been a bad idea except for the fact we drank until dawn & several people threw up all over my yard after a lot of entertaining drama. I ended up getting no sleep & then picking up 8 hours of hard time at work. To top it off we hit Miah’s little get together Saturday night just before we left. As we got in the car we were both dead tried. Undoubtedly this is a great way to embark on a 6 hour drive.

Everything went without a hitch as we rolled through Milwaukee, then Chicago, & into the plains of Indiana. An hour into Indiana is where things got a little funny. I suddenly jerked the wheel because I guy ran out in front of me leaving a construction zone. The problem, there was no guy. A little bit down the road in looked like a blue rocket cam shooting by the side of the car. I asked Jaren if he saw it. He did, but it was a car on the side of the road like 2 miles back. I pulled over at the next exit & Jaren took the wheel.

J didn’t fair much better than I did. Mentally he was fine, but as I napped in the passenger seat, he almost got railed by a drunk driver. Whee! Thank God I slept through that.

Parking & getting into the track was no problem at all & we soon found ourselves wondering around the track. Both beat, we made maybe the best decision of the trip. There is a golf course inside the track. As we walked by we decided to get out of the now overwhelming heat & camped out under a tree. We ended up napping under the tree for like 3 hours. Well rested, we made our way to our seats.

The race itself was awesome, you can read about it here on NASCAR.com. Tony Stewart won the race in dramatic fashion & celebrated by climbing the fence in front of us. He is from Indiana & the win was huge for him.

(Sign outside the Dairy Queen in Tony's hometown. Thanks Jayski.com)

After the race we got out to my car & got right out. Somehow we managed to beat out a ton of people. The highway wasn’t bad at all & we were soon in Chicago. This is were I got maybe the scare of my life. We were riding on some interchange just inside the Windy City & I laid back to put my foot up on the dash. All of a sudden something is about 2 inches from my head outside the car. It was a dude on a crotch rocket racing between cars. I literally could have touched the car next to me so I have no idea how dude made it between our cars. He proceeded to rip onto the apron & pass about 15 more cars before he left my line of sight. It was freaking nuts.

A little past this point Jaren began to hallucinate from his lack of sleep. It was pretty good & it provided a bit more entertainment for my ride. 1^st he claimed to not only see a woman on the road, but an Amish woman in full Amish attire. WTF? About an hour later we are headed into the small town of Kiel & Jaren freaks out, freaks out. He thought the city lights about 5 mile sin front of us were a neon sign directly in front of us.

We ended up getting home at exactly midnight & crashed till late Monday. Just another fun trip to Indy….

Currently Playing...
Fireflies
By Faith Hill & Tim McGraw
Like We Never Loved At All
(My current favorite country song, it rocks…)

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dredg again came to town on Tuesday, August 9^th. J & I had just gotten back from Indy & had been looking forward to this show for a while. To say the least, the boys & I were really excited. For a change, J & Chris drove down, it was quite different not being the wheel man. The trip down consisted of us throwing broken CD cases @ Chris’ trailing vehicle & Jaren brake checking Chris to see if he could cause a traffic wreck. I am convinced we will never grow up.

We got down to Milwaukee & parked where we normally park, @ T-Bell. Well we were warned that our cars would be ticketed (This has never happened before.). We decided to pay the $20 ticket if it came until someone spotted that it would actually be a $40 ticket per car. Chris & J decided to park else where. After parking we made our way into The Rave, checked out the merch table, & then moseyed our way into the bar.

There were 2 groups of us. Rory, Chris, Derek, & Cole hung back in the crowd & Jaren, Eric, Elaina & I were about 5 rows from the front. The concert started with Veda & featured this nasty ass lead singer. The band was good, her voice nearly made my ears bleed. It was not pretty. The whole time they were on stage this guy kept on screaming, “Your hot! Your Hot!” Not quite. Let me break this down. There are car wrecks, there are train wrecks, & then there’s the reason they banned bullet trains, carnage the imagination cannot fathom. This chick was the last option. Lets be serious here, it is slim freaking pickings at rock shows. There are a ton of fat chicks, a ton of nasty chicks, even more goth chicks (Mostly crossbred with nasty too), & there are the couple sluts that are inevitably with a boyfriend that could crush your skull with his bare hands. This show featured everything but the couple hot slutty chicks. Pretty much guys at rocks shows are the guys that give chicks the pulse test before dating. They are the guys prostitutes make a killing off of. They simply will date any woman with a pulse. Hey guys, maybe if you, I don’t know, wore something other than black & didn't whined about your pathetic excuse for a life, getting a chick might not be a problem. These guys are as bad as 'washed up high school wrestler' that shoved these guys in gym lockers after gym class.

Wow, I got off the subject there.

The mood soon changed as mewithoutYou hit the stage (That is not misspelled.) These guys were fucking nuts. If you are ever interested in what your band would sound like laced out on LSD & heroin, check these guys out. The lead singer half rapped & half talked while freaking out on stage. I mean he freaked the fuck out. The 1^st song he pulled out a fucking pot to keep beat on, the next an accordion, & so on & so on. He told us numerous times to “never lose hope” & to “find a higher power.” It was way funny. When not being goofy, he would simply bust a move or just sit behind the rest of the band. The drummer looked like he was going to vomit the whole how. I almost felt bad for him. His facial expression teetered between constipation, orgasm, & about to boot the whole show. Between the lead singer & drummer, they must have left the stage 5-10 times during a half hour set, simply walked off stage. The band somehow was able to keep the crowd behind them & the momentum up. Jaren & I exchanged dumbfounded looks numerous times during the set.

Finally dredg hit the stage! By this time we were set to move up. They opened with Ode To The Sun & it perfectly set the mood for the whole show. Outside of a couple tech difficulties, dredg rocked. I love these guys. By the end of the show, J, Eric & I were about a foot off the stage. They closed with Yatahaze (my favorite rock song) & I got to shake hands with the lead singer Gavon. The end of the show was pretty unique. Slowly the band disassembled leaving the drummer, Dino, alone. Then the stage crew began taking his drum set away one piece at a time leaving him eventually with 1 drum & his keyboard. Soon the keyboard was the only thing left as he played & tapped a mean beat. When that was taken away he just got up & walked off stage.

We waited around after the show & I snagged the song playlist the drummer uses. I think it is a cool piece of memorabilia.

The ride home featured some fun. J’s ride took 43 back home & Chris took 41. not a ig deal at all as both take about the same amount of time. Well, when you are in Chris’ car, it is a crap shoot. The car decided to shit out 40 miles south of Oshkosh. We were on the other side of Lake Winnebago enjoying scenic 57 when we got there call. We quickly diagnosed it a transmission. It was. BTW, Chris had just gotten his car back after having the engine replaced 3 days earlier because he had tried using it as a submarine. In any event, his step dad bill came to the rescue as those of us in J’s car laid in our beds sleeping.

Awesome trip, just kind of expensive fro one of us. I think the Indy Blog is next.

Currently Playing…
El Cielo
by dredg
"It Only Took a Day"

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