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[labrujah]

Last night I went to the slot car races expecting to crash out a few times and drink a lot of beer and hang around and cheer. But instead I TOTALLY WON AND I AM THE CHAMPION.

First there was a practice round and it's true, Jen beat me. Then she left, and in the next round I trounced Jen Bleyer of Heeb fame. In the quarterfinals I beat my friend Damaris, who was dressed as Ashira, a comic book superhero. Then I beat a creepy old dude whose entire life is probably slot car racing.

I couldn't have done it without my cheering section, which included Mo of Precision Accidents fame and Jason Engdahl who was going under the pseudonym "Rex" for the evening, and Caution Mike who kept me supplied with lots of absinthe, and my young man.

In other news, evite.com is retarded and lost about 30 of the emails I was sending to. Now everyone's feelings will be hurt.
And my Super-Christian aunt and uncle are in town, I just heard. And my cool grandma who reads books and stole a flower jar off a restaurant table once. I blame her for any failings in my moral upbringing.

Comments

hmmm...

[sissychrissy1.livejournal.com]

Pardon my stupidity, but is there any way to explain in brief what a slot car race is?

Re: hmmm...

[labrujah.livejournal.com]

It's a game where they set up a huge track and you race little cars around it with a controller. It's awesome.