The first Friday night we were in Augusta we did something AWESOME!!! We went to a monster truck event/rally/show/dont' know what to call it...
We walked in and the first thing I saw was two rows of old junkers, lined up, ready to be crushed, and without thinking, I threw my arms up and gave a loud "wooooo hooooo!"
This was an absolute blast.
All of us enjoyed every minute of it, almost.
We got there super early and got great seats.
Little Man was enthralled and ecstatic! Thanks to the snow cones The Engineer insisted we treat the children to, ('cause you know I'm too cheap to buy snow cones) Little Man only made 36 trips to the bathroom - and we were thankful for each trip he made.
The couple in front of us had six grown children and thankfully didn't mind Little Bit's near constant touch - patting his head, picking fuzz balls off her sweater, and they were even gracious when she flicked red snow cone juice on them and I began dabbing the backs of their jackets with baby wipes.
The man beside us had to have been a member of the NRA. He had his gun holstered in plain site. Call me crazy, but after talking with him for a few minutes (not about the gun) I decided I felt pretty safe with The Engineer to my left and an armed citizen to my right.
The only time Little Bit screamed was when the little boy in the row ahead of us got a snow cone, and hers was all gone, and when I jammed ear plugs in her ears and covered 'em with my hands...it gets awfully loud in there!
Do you see that guy in the air? That was my very favorite part of the whole night!
Now, the "Shell-Camino" was pretty awesome, too. It was by far my favorite "truck-body." After the competition was over, she walked over to our side of the arena to throw one of her flags to a "lucky spectator." Y'all, I jumped out of my seat and screamed and jumped up and down and waved my arms like a crazy maniac. (The Engineer just stared at me.) She didn't pick me and I decided after giving birth to three children, screaming and jumping up and down and carrying on like that might not be the best idea.
The War Wagon took the cake. He was insane.
We also watched some lawnmower racing. This was hilarious. It appeared to be a group of middle aged men racing around and around the arena floor on suped-up lawnmowers, skidding out, trying to cut one another off...
I'm not sure if this was feestyle bmx or motocross, I just know it was thrilling to watch and I'm so glad it wasn't my son riding...though he now aspires to be "a army man an a bike racer."
It was a wonderful, fun, thrilling night! I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I am so thankful for God's gracious provision for our family - from getting to travel with The Engineer, to piling in for a little "southern culture!" What a night. What a fun night.