Memorial Day Weekend

The husband is a social creature so that was the theme for his birthday this year.  Technically, that was almost a month ago.  And we did celebrate that weekend with a surprise dinner with a friend from his old workplace.  Our waitress was also completely high...I'm talking dilated pupils, hunger cravings, random non-sequitors, mis-remembering orders and taking one order then dashing off to the kitchen.  But she checked on us frequently.  I tipped her reasonably...didn't want her in trouble with her drug dealer.

His actual present was five tickets to a dirt track race on the Friday before Memorial Day.  I'd invited my coworkers to attend and had two of them (and one spouse for those that insist on doing the math) take me up on it.

The evening presented lots of people-watching opportunities, from the man not wearing any underwear (nor apparently able to operate his belt) to the overly touchy all male party in front of us and the strangely rotating occupants of supposedly assigned seats. 

We initially made fun of all the people in safety glasses but soon learned that they were actually much smarter than we were.  With the lights, sunglasses worked alright to keep the dust out of our eyes.  Once the cars got around the track a couple of times, there was too much dust to see what was actually going on down there, anyway.  Not that they got that far very often...sometimes they didn't even get a whole lap in between cautions.  There was one epic crash but a lot of spin-outs. I started cheering every time they finished a lap.

"I wear my sunglasses at night..."

 And, of course, with this being an outing with my dysfunctional work family, there was a lot of "that's what she said," implied euphemisms, teasing and a group joke about a stalker van.  I laughed until I cried more than once, something they seem to enjoy pointing out.  The race didn't finish until after midnight, but we had a blast.

With photobomb by neckbrace guy...

 We have a marathon coming up in less than a month and have hardly trained for it at all.  On Sunday, we ran (or walked) twelve miles, then we went to a barbecue.  I rehydrated with beer, which is not necessarily the wisest choice.  I stopped "hydrating" when I realized the my speech was getting a little thick.  The food was delicious (our host's special barbecue recipe) and it was another good social outing.