So last weekend, as we were heading out for a lovely meal and movie, the conversation in the car went like this.
Dave: Hey, guess what? I won two tickets to a Nascar race!
Me: That's awesome! Who are you going to take?
Dave: Why, you of course.
Me: Not on your life. Not in a million years.
Dave: Come on, it'll be fun.
Me: Can't you take someone else? Won't it be loud? Won't the seats be uncomfortable? Won't it be long? Will I have to sit in the sun all day?
Dave: I promise, if you really hate it, we'll leave. But we'll slather you up with sunscreen and sit in the stands and it'll be great.
Sigh. I can't wiggle my way out of this one.
Then last night I was talking with some stitching buds and hoping for a bit of commiseration. But no! The girls said that they actually enjoy the races. When I asked for things I could do to make me feel, if not happy to be there, at least interested in the goings-on, one of the ladies suggested that I look for cars with sponsors I liked and cheer for them. (Do Nascar spectators cheer? That could get really annoying) Anyways, that would make it more engaging than just watching cars "go fast and turn left" over and over.
Great idea, right? So I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for this car.
|Hmmmm. Who could be our driver?|