Tuesday, April 18, 2006

time once again...


...to start bitching about the weather. Other forecasts are saying 100 today! Granted there's a cold front coming through tomorrow and it's only supposed to be 75. And this is heating up the pool rather rapidly, so I got that going for me.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

I hate lubbock


what a freaking hole! why anyone would chose to live there I have no clue. It smells funny - like manure and cotton. I know (Tim) smells like $$$. And it so freakishly flat. Here's a picture from 50' up in a bucket truck. We're designing a closed-circuit TV camera system so they can watch traffic and manipulate their variable message signs from their office. The bucket truck is good fun (until the wind picks up). We's park it right next to the overpass, I slowly rise up above the guardrail as if levitating magically from the below. Freaks out drivers on the freeway every time. I do what I can to stay entertained in this God-forsaken place.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I've been Bubba-fied

This past weekend I attended my first NASCAR race! Casey, a friend of mine got free tickets, so I figured what the hell. It was an experience like none other. First off, the stadium or racetrack holds 250,000 people, and it was completely full. The size and energy of this place was astonishing. The cars are so freaking loud and fast, and I could walk down to the fence that separates me and cars (doing 200 mph) by 10 feet. It's definitely a rush. Secondly, you can bring in all the food and drinks (including alcohol!) you want as long as it fits under you seat. We got totally blitzed on our PBR (when in Rome...) and loved every minute of it. Except for the middle of the race - got kinda boring. But those first and last 100 laps, man, very exciting!

Pretty big deal. I saw an hour long Randy Travis concert. Fighter jets flew over during the star spangled banner. Dub-ya did the "gentlemen start your engines" live via videotape (everyone cheered - get shot for booing).

Needless to say, I felt a little out of place for many reasons. I think I was the only person there not sporting some dude's number. And boy-howdy, people hate that Jeff Gordon guy. During the opening introductions the people next to us would cheer like crazy for their guy, then boo every other racer. I had no idea the number of people into NASCAR and to the huge extent. Nor did I realize the high population of mullet, jean shorts people still out there. My favorite was the father/son matching mullets. Classy. And I can now go the rest of my life without hearing "Git-R-Dun" again. Seriously, is it really necessary to say it every time you finish urinating? Our tickets were way at the top (in the shade luckily) and had a face value of $125. Not to stereotype or be judgmental, but how do these people pay for that? I guess if it's only twice a year, it can be justified. Or should I say bubba-fied.

I'm not into at all, and wouldn't pay to see that, but I'm not saying I won't go back.

Pictures coming soon, if I can get my deadbeat friend to send them to me. Hopefully none too incriminating. My good-looking self, classy NASCAR ladies, and a camera is a bad combination.