love day

I wouldn't normally spend Valentine's Day at a race track, watching cars drive around in a circle, but when your boss says, "want to go to the Daytona 500 with 20 other people, ride on a chartered bus and drink all day", how do you say no? And since I've never been I thought, why not. On the bus ride down I got to chat with my friend Tiffany and drink bloody mary's (not her, she's having a baby!). And we watched Talladega Nights. So much funnier the second time around.
It was cold. Not so much outside the track, but the wind inside was a little miserable. So miserable that the nice lady in the pink shirt to my right gave me her blanket. Yeah, it had frogs on it, but I didn't care. Neither did Tiffany. We snuggled until I wised up and went to the bus for my jacket and gloves.It was a fun time. I expected it to be a lot more rowdy then it actually was. And because of the cold I didn't get to see any "jorts" and wife beaters. But who am I kidding. I wear those things at home all the time.
We headed home near the end of the first LONG caution because it was long and people were cold. We all had dinner together back in Jacksonville and watched the end of the race, in the heat, on the tv. Then we were both asleep around 10.