(A rainy, soggy, messy play in one act)
Everything started out ok. Ellen was way excited about our little trip. (It seems even she felt a bit stifled having lolled about in my glove compartment for far too long)
She arrived bright & early Saturday morning inexplicably wearing all white (this may or may not be due to the fact Ren Man accidentally crumpled up/tossed out the Ellen pictured above. No amount of botox would lessen her wrinklage so I was compelled to find me a new Ellen on short notice).
Before I could scream too much at the husband get too caught up in her attire misstep Ren Man spontaneously bestowed the beauties pictured below upon me.
For no reason.
I know, I married well.
The gift bestowage also gave me an idea for Ellen!
Given the RAINY forecast I figured a pair of my rain boots might spare at least the bottom of her pants a coating of NASCARgrime.
We packed the car and were on our way.
Everyone was extremely overjoyed Ellen was tagging along.
& Ellen wasnt apprehensive in the slightest about driving all the way to Dallas with me at the wheel. She’s such a great friend.
After a couple of hours driving the Tornado was ready for a snack and I was readyREADY for more coffee.
We soon stopped for a snack and, being the healthy livin’ role-model I am, I begrudgingly selected fruit over the greasy calling of the hash-browns.
While we were there the Tornado played in the kids area and Ellen & I bumped into a mutual friend!
Finally we were back on our way & much to our chagrin the skies kept darkening.
Still we soldiered onward.
Once there we asked this helpful woman for assistance in locating our seats.
She was a smidgetad aggressive & appeared to launch her own GitTheRaceInformationWomanOnEllen campain. I wished her luck with that.
Excitement abounded despite the drizzly weather & the Tornado was thrilled to be able to share the joy with a superstar friend.
Me? I was still fullbloated from the plethora of hashbrowns & breakfast chicken minithings the fruit and ready to just sit in the bleachers and wait for the flag to drop.
She’s not one to loll about and was ready to make use of our rain delay waiting time.
After our workout the loudspeaker announced the race was officially delayed until 6pm. We’d driven to Dallas anticipating a 230 start.
The Tornado unhappily pointed out the current time & requested we retire to the warmth of our vehicle for a bit.
Ren Man was hungry, the Tornado was hungry & Ellen was hungry.
I shall spare you the disappointment (Ren Man) the whining (TornadoStyle) & the HuhCouldThisBeABlessingInDisguise? (me) and just wrap it all up by saying we packed up & drove the four hours back home (the race was postponed until Monday).
Ellen & I decided to make the best of it and hit the gym…
for some restorative yoga.
It was the perfect meditative ending to our crazy NASCARless day.