August 9, 2009

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  I had a bit of a busy, tiring weekend which I will try to sum up briefly here. Friday night I went to see fireworks and a a band at my town’s annual fest. It was fun but honestly the night went by so fast and nothing really sticks out about it. It was a nice night, about 60-65 degrees which was jeans weather. What I found funny is that it must have got down to almost 60 Friday night and yet Saturday it was in the mid 90s, what a difference a day makes.

  Yesterday we went to this indoor go cart racing place. Check out their website.

  http://www.chicagoindoorracing.com/

  My friends and I initially tried to plan this back in June but could not get enough people to go, as it is $700 to race and you basically need 10 people to race, which comes out to $70 a person. When we booked it last month, we had 10 people but within a day of booking it a couple of the guys backed out for various reasons. This left us to scramble to find people to go which wound up being a fairly big pain in the ass. In the end though, we had 10 guys.

  We got up there about 4 in the pm. Registration was supposed to be from 4:30-5pm with a mini training session at 5pm. We were scheduled to race at 6. Well, things moved along quickly and we actually got started much sooner. We had to wear these fire suits along with head socks, helmets and neck braces. The go carts we were racing top out at 30-35 miles an hour which doesn’t seem like a lot until you are actually out there racing. I’m not so certain that fire suits are actually needed, however there was no air conditioning in there and with it being 90+ degrees outside it made it seem like you were so hot you were on fire.

  Speaking of being on fire, Keith’s brother Tim was so fuckin fast that he smoked everybody in the 4 races we had. See you race three 15 lap races before finishing with a 31 lap final race. In one of the races he had the 23 car and zoomed past me a couple of times so fast that I felt like a defensive back trying to catch Devin Hester (who wears number 23 for the Chicago Bears). Before the races, I guaranteed everybody that I would finish in last. And although I was awful, I’m proud to say I never finished in last. That being said, the last race the guy that finished behind me was Tim’s friend who was also very good, but he only finished in last because he had to quit due to throwing up during the race. I think the heat combined with the sharp turns caused him to get sick.

  After the races we went to a pub-grill called The Tilted Kilt, where we stood until about midnight. After that we went to Jt’s to hang out and play a little Rock Band.

  Today was almost as hot as yesterday. I played baseball and went to my niece’s birthday party. Baseball kinda sucked, we only had 8 people and it really wasn’t much of a game. That being said, I still managed to get hurt. Somebody hit a fly ball to me in center field which I completely missed. Unfortunately the ball didn’t miss me! It bounced and then hit me in the shin leaving me with a bump.

  That’s all you get for now.

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