Still making an effort to expand my Southern cultural experiences, I went to a NASCAR race in Bristol, TN last weekend with some friends from North Carolina. I enjoyed the pimped out campers (TVs and karaoke machines) and even a retrofitted short bus with a foldable commode, shower, and bed. In fact, my friends and I showered in the "short bus" and I must say that the shower was quite roomy and enjoyable. And hell, it was in a bus!
The evening festivities involved lots of 'Merican beer drinking, and lots of drunken southern boys trying to get their game on. It was not much different than Northern drunk boys, except they maybe call you "honey pie" and stuff more. Most wouldn't harm a fly but of course there were the usual creeps too. I tried to pass off a creep by saying, "Well, Southern guys only like Southern girls so you wouldn't like me..." When that didn't work, I told two Southern guys to like each other, then ran away. I'm clever like that. Hee.
The race itself was (1) fast, (2) LOUD, and (3) full of fires & fumes. The fumes made me a little groggy actually, and I feared for a second that I might be getting carbon monoxide poisoning. But then I realized that CO is odorless and that maybe I was just getting tired.
Probably my favorite part of the weekend was stopping at my friend's grandmother's house for her amazing Southern cooking. She made ham and biscuits and green beans and candied carrots and boiled custard and fresh tomatoes. I was pleased beyond all about this delicious food, the NASCAR Southern soul food, and it kept me happy and satisfied for hours.
