The One Where We Went to NASCAR

Mr. F's boss likes to give "experiences" to his employees when they have done well. 

So, he gave us two VIP pit passes to a NASCAR race at the Texas Motor Speedway.

Before we left, my brother and his wife and kids came for a visit so we got to fit in some quality uncle/aunt time with the kids. Holy CRAP do I love those kids.

Like every.single.cell of my body screams it.

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After we hit the road, our first stop was Escape. Peach bubble tea with pearl.

   

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We had some time to kill so we decided to check out Canton. Wow. 

We didn't buy a single thing. Except for two bottles of water.

So overwhelming. And quite a mix. Good stuff. Crap. And stuff that was not OK.

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On the way back to where we were staying, we made a b-line to Wylie, TX and had lunch at Chiloso.

They gave us a free order of Bella Blanca dip (jalapenos, ranch, and lime) when he found out that we made a special trip to eat there. So nice! I could drink that stuff. Seriously. So good.

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Then we headed to Watters Creek and bought some chocolates from Sublime.

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And then to NASCAR.
Everything leading up to the race was fun. There was a "circus" in the middle of the track with carnival games, fake Siamese twins, a fake bearded lady, and really classy prizes like coozies and drawstring backpacks. We scored two pairs of ubber-cool cheap sunglasses. And then the race started. The first few laps were pretty impressive. My cousin was very thoughtful to give us earplugs. I didn't think we would need them at first, but once the lead car lapped the others it was a constant roar and we were SO glad we had them. But after a while, I lost interest. Around and around and around. I couldn't imagine sitting there for 500 laps.


Things taste better in a mason jar. And with the amount of mustaches, American flag tshirts, and pickup trucks, lemonade seemed an appropriate choice.

 

 It was a big deal. I mean, most of the cast of Duck Dynasty was there, which is the obvious standard by which one should measure the big deal-ness of anything or anyone.

 

 

I can honestly say that a NASCAR experience is not something Mr. F and I would have ever done on our own. I don't think we've converted to being die-hard NASCAR fans, but we really enjoyed it. It's not every day you get to cross something off of your bucket list that wasn't on it in the first place.