I think I've proved to everyone that went with us last night that I am completely batshit crazy.
Myself, a group of five 8-14 year olds and 3 adults went to the race at Bristol Motor Speedway last night. The ride up, I had no trouble out of the 3 with me. They were 12, 13, and 14. The worst thing was driving the two boys in the back crazy with Katy Perry and then all three looking at me like "wtfuck?" at my mix cd.
So we get to the main drag in front of BMS, and we're trying to figure out where we're supposed to park, when I get the bright idea to roll down all the windows and yell "FOR PONY!!!" as loud as I can. The embarrassment of those poor kids was so high it made me laugh so hard.
We finally got parked, after me yelling about 15 more times, and we're eating the pizza I brought. We look up and those little stunt planes have banners behind them. On of them, I swear to god, said "Text BACON to 313131 for free bacon!" So I start yelling about bacon.
Brandy, one of the adults, was about to kill me by then.
SO I calm down, mostly, and we gather the little coolers and all, and head on the 30 minute hike to find our entrance and seats. We get to them, finally, and everyone settles in. They're doing all the announcing and stuff, and in between they play music. So I start dancing. like, in my seat. Nothing serious. When she puts the video up, I'll post the link to the video of me dancing to no music ><
The race starts, and we decide on who we're going to cheer for, and I decide to start screaming "FOR PONY" again. So every couple of laps, I would scream at our driver's car.
Brandy, the other female adult Kim, and I got up and went down under the grandstands, so they could smoke. My butt was numb and I wanted to move. And this one creepy drunk guy kept hitting on Brandy. Then there was this other creepy drunk guy who kept walking by and staring me down. I think he wanted me to follow him and talk to him.
So we walk arms linked (Brandy, Kim and I) back to our seats. I was in the middle and I made a joke about being the pimp. They laughed. Alot.
So, blah blah blah, 3/4 of the way through the race, the 8-yr-old, fricking falls asleep. At the damn race.
He had on a pair of noise cancelling headphones, but that's still really damn loud. Whatever I guess. He was cranky on the hour and a half hike back to the cars.
We head back, and the 4 of us in my car are hyper as hell. So I'm screaming about ponies, and whatever else I can think of, Tim, the 14-yr-old behind me, keeps talking about wanting me to change the music, the boy beside him, Joe, honestly falls asleep at one point, and Savannah laughs at just about everything I was saying because I was talking in a British accent.
We pull back into the gas station where Brandy's car was parked back home, and I make them watch Nyan Cat. As I was yelling it and pony, the group of teenagers at the gas station loitering on a friday night, stare at us like we're insane. And then we all leave and go home.
It was a good night.
I still can't talk.
FOR PONY.