That’s right, loser.
I’m going to sit here and browse the web and listen to music for 6 more hours. I will then go home, wash up, put my white t-shirt and jeans (complete with Dale Earnhardt Jr. belt buckle and front tuck) and head to the Pub. The Pub is a honky tonk, yes, just like out of the movies. Last weekend there was an all out bar brawl with about 20 people, 10 of them friends of mine. Tables and chairs were broken but the owner doesn’t care, she’s always drunk and we spend an ass of money. I’ll be singing “My Way”, “Country Boy Can Survive” and “Love Shack” among others on the karoke machine.
After a 16 hour recovery period, I’ll pack up my little backpack for a solo trip on Cold Mountain. It’s cold enough that I should be the only one to spend the night. Seriously, click the link. (Doesn’t work at night for obvious reasons)
Sunday morning I’ll pack it up and cruise back to Greenvegas in time to watch the race with 5 or 6 friends.
Can’t beat that, can you?!