For the holiday weekend. My daughter and I are road tripping to Indy for the 500 -- well, she's going to the race. I went last year for the first time in 22 years, and that was it for me. Too many drunk white people wearing pro-war t-shirts for my taste. And the bathrooms . . . dear God, if you have to piss at the 500, you'll see some horrid displays. And I won't even address the other function.
There's a big Perrin family party after the race Sun night at my Dad's spacious casa. The Perrins party loud, long and hard. This is why the wife isn't going -- being married to one of the quieter Perrins is plenty for her.
I may blog this weekend, but if not, I'll be back Mon.
Be well all.