drunk go-karting

i'm always a fan of long weekends, and with this past weekend having a memorial day attached, i ended up with almost two weeks off of work having taken vacation the week previous. i live in dallas, which as a city, offers a million things to do at any given time. my problem is that when it comes time to pick something to do, i often draw a blank. it's like when i was a kid during mid-summer and my friends happened to be busy doing other things, i'd be like "mooooooooom!! i'm bored!! theres nothing to do!" and mom would list 20 things off the top of her head and it was like i was hit with lightning. "mom!! those are great ideas!! why didn't i think of those?!?!"

this weekend however, was different. even though it rained two out of the three days. it was pure fun and enjoyment for three days straight.

a list: (the A-List?)

beer
party's
wet cookouts
hot tubs
beer
bowling
fun trivia drinking games
go-karting
beer
winning bets over more bowling games ( i now own a personal slave.... =] )

though i was relatively sober for the go-karting, i realized that they sold beer at the go-karting place. granted these things only get up to about 40 mph, but i seem to remember always being told that alcohol and driving don't mix too well. "look mom dad's racing fast!!...... MOM! dad just ran into the wall and flipped the kart!!!" "mom? is dad suposed to be out of bounds like that?"

my first lap in the grand prix race would have had a better time if the gas cap didn't fall off the car and the tank didn't keep spilling gas all over me as i went around the turns.

i slow down for nothing.

even soaked in gasoline and highly flammable, i drove that f-ing kart like i was danica patrick in the indy 500. rubbin's racing pal.