Typical Saturday?

Get ready for a long one....

Let me tell you about my day this past Saturday. I'm wake up to find my mom in the midst of her Saturday morning cleaning routine. Oh how I despised the Saturday morning cleaning routine growing up. When I was younger I hated it because it meant she would come in my room and vacuum, dust, change my sheets, and anything else she could to disrupt my morning. I mean how I am suppose to lay in the bed and watch Saturday morning cartoons with her yanking the fitted sheet out from under me? Or she would vacuum and somehow completely destroy the arrangement I had set up for my Barbies. Yes I played with Barbie's. I'm an only child remember, who else was I going to play with? I didn't do the whole babydoll thing, too sissy, but Barbie, now she was cool. I had a whole corner of my room dedicated to her- a house, 2 car garage, school, grocery store, pool, and ever popular rock concert stage. Barbie lived the life with me. But enough of that, back to Saturday morning. In my teenage years my hate for this routine turned from being merely inconvenienced to forced participation. Now it wasn't a labor camp, but the woman made me work! And we started before 10am usually. Although I thought it was a form of child abuse, her and the State of North Carolina didn't agree and I did several years of hard labor under her watch. That was until I moved away to college. Then magically the Saturday morning routine wasn't around whenever I was at home for the weekend. I think it's because I turned into a guest or something like that. I'd come home Friday evening and the place would be spotless. Like I was real company coming over for the weekend. Well folks reality hit me this Saturday and I'll be danged the routine is back! Its worse too because now with cleaning we throw in a healthy dose of organizing my crap from Raleigh, and cleaning out old stuff here to make room for my crap from Raleigh. I pulled my fair share and after lunch decided that I needed to make a break for it before I was gonna go insane. So being the helpful daughter that I am I decided to run errands. We needed large storage containers, gardening stuff, and groceries. Lightbulb! I'll just go to Walmart and knock it out in one place. Although the Walmart was built in high school (and was the ever popular hangout parking lot back in the day I might add) I never used it for groceries although I always heard how cheap the groceries are. Well I decided to go-- in the name of fiscal responsibility of course. Mistake! I think I'd rather slowly drown then go to the ONLY Walmart around (mind you if you don't go to this one you have to drive to a "real" city like Winston, Greensboro, or High Point for one) in the middle of a Saturday. It was a freggin zoo. And let me tell you I fit in nicely navigating the packed isles and dodging small children with a cart filled with 3 large rubbermaid containers, potting soil, and random groceries stuffed in where they would fit. Of course I'd run into about 50 people I hadn't seen since high school and I hadn't showered yet-- who showers for Walmart? White trash I was. I might as well of been toting around my son Junior with a kool-aid mustache and only one flip flop. I vowed never to make that mistake again...

Later that evening...
So Neal and I go with his 2 good friends and their girlfriends to the RibFest in Winston. According to what I was told this was a pretty big and fun gathering in downtown Winston. I thought cool lets go! Well not this year. First of all they moved it to the Dixie Classic Fair Fairgrounds. I mean its no State Fair fairgrounds but its pretty large. Its directly beside the LJVM Auditorium (where they hold concerts and stuff). I'm talking they share the same parking lot. And directly across a small side street from the Wake Forest baseball stadium. I'm thinking it'll be packed but no big deal. Wrong. Saturday was the day that every high school in WSFCS graduated at the LJVM. In and out all day long! And there was a game at the baseball stadium. You wanna talk about a madhouse. That place was one! We walked around, sampled some tasty ribs, and then decided to continue on to our next adventure of the night-- but not after spending an ungodly amount of money; 6 bucks each to get in, 11 to split ribs, 4 for fries, and then drinks were 5 bucks each and ice cream for another 5 bucks. Was it worth it? Doubt it, but you live and learn. The best part was the ice cream on the way out. It was like an ice cream sandwich but stuffed between 2 waffles! It was AMAZING! Again, classy I was as it dripped all over me across the parking lot.

Later that night...
So from there we decided to go to Bowman Gray Race Track for the Race. Yes you heard right race. Not Nascar, but not go-karts either. I mean these are real races. After being told it was Ladies Night (score! I got in for a dollar instead of 10!) and the final race was Demolition Derby I was all for it. I couldn't think of a better way to end my Saturday. So we get there and boy were they right-- all kinds come out for this event. I mean you can probably picture the scene. Girls in bright colored flip flops, tank tops, and "shorts" that can barely be called shorts and not underwear. Men in white or black t-shirts with brightly colored font and pictures of their favorite drivers with sleeves cut off as home made tank tops and jean shorts with boots. Malboro's and Bud Lights for as far as the eye could see. So one would think I might feel a little out of place? But nah, I loved it! I'd never been before-- its not really somewhere Robin and Dave went for a family fun Saturday night. I wasn't sure that I would like it (in fact Neal asked if I was in hell yet soon after we got there) but quite the contrary. It was some serious fun! We got seats about 5 rows back from the track right in the curve. Now its a small track and they race normal sized cars so it can get a bit jumbled. They had frequent wrecks which were fun to watch but then you had to wait out the caution and it drained from the excitement. After one wreck a guy kept driving even though the hood of his car crinkled up in the wreck and had to be totally blocking his view out of the front windshield. It was like something straight out of Talladega Nights. I guess sticking his head out the side window to steer got old because he left the track shortly after. Then I was gonna take a picture (for the blog of course!) of this guy who didn't have a hood at all on his car from a wreck-- the whole engine was exposed. I couldn't get a good picture so I decided to video it and lucky me, look what I got on tape right in front of us:



Keeps getting better right? Nope. About 10 mins after the video it started to rain and before we could get out of the race track it was pouring-- as we ran across the street and through a field where everyone had to park to our car in the pouring rain. I know it keeps getting better! No demolition derby :( But I've since found out that since they didn't do 3 races my ticket is now a rain check and I can come back to see the races and demolition derby free of charge. I'm thinking of waiting until my girls from Raleigh come down for a weekend. That'd be fun right?

Song of the Post: "Louisana Saturday Night" by Don Williams. As the title suggests it speaks about a typical Saturday night in Louisana. You know things like sitting on your front porch with a shotgun and an one eyed- dog while you brother walks up with a possum (or opossum for you technical spellers) in a sack. I feel that it adequately sums up my Saturday.