I went to a demolition derby this past weekend with the Sassy Scotch Drinker (SSD) and a group of friends. It was everything I hoped for and more, even though it’s is one of the white trashiest things one can do. It’s silly to be entertained by people crashing old cars until only one is left. However, watching tires fall off, engines burst into to flames, and outrageous wreck into hay barriers, was just what I needed after a crappy week at work.
I think I’ve found my calling in life, and I’m quite certain it’s to build and drive a winning demolition derby . This has become the impetus for my birthday present request: a crappy car from the junk yard that is sturdy enough to win the glorious honor of 1st place in a demolition derby. Although I truly doubt this birthday wish will be fulfilled, a girl can only dream.
As for the SSD, he was just glad they served beer, even though it was not to the standard he prefers.