It's All Relative

Weekend Summary

This weekend was a good one. The first good one in Vegas I've had in a while. The first time in a long time that I turned off my t.v. and ventured outside. My Mom was in town for work stuff. It was nice to have her here. We went to a few good restuarants, played some Wheel of Fortune (well she did, I refuse to play slots), and did some shopping on Saturday ( I forgot how much I love Nordstrom) before I dropped her off at the airport for her flight back to Sacramento. Thanks Mom for hanging out with me.

Saturday I received a phone call from a newly acquired friend of mine who wanted to see if I wanted to go to a Nascar race with some of his friends. He wasn't actually going, which I thought was strange, but I was feeling slightly outgoing so I decided "Why not."

Luckily I had met his friends once before so I wasn't going in totally blind. And fortunately these people are really funny and smart and normal, which makes things so much better. We headed out to the LV Motor Speedway and the drive that usually takes half an hour took 2 hours with what seemed like half of Vegas trying to get out of the city. This particular race was the truck series which brought out just as many crazy people as regular Nascar. That speedway though is unreal. The place is huge, seating like 300,000 people and it was packed full. I'd never been to a race before but I totally see why Nascar is the most popular "sport" in the country. The noise was deafening and I would have bought some earplugs had they not been $10 a pop. Actually, 15 minutes into the race, you sort of get used to it and it's not so bad. We had really good seats, right along the final stretch and were witnesses to a pretty cool wreck right along pit-row. After seeing this wreck, and a couple other spin-outs/close calls I'm convinced that is why people love Nascar. The crashes. People actually cheer when a car, or truck in this case, slams into another going 200 mph. Nascar is crazy.

After leaving early to try and beat the traffic out (mildly successful), we ate some dinner and then went over to some party. I had a bad feeling I was going to run into Seth when I walked in and low and behold, there he was in the backyard. I hadn't seen him since we broke up so the pit in my stomache was definitely there. Since I knew he hadn't seen me yet, I tried my best to avoid eye contact. If he wanted to come say hi to me, that was fine, but I wasn't going to go out of my way to talk to him. I know, totally mature. I was having a good time with the group I came with and I just didn't feel like dealing with it. We left after about 45 minutes and he never said anything to me, so that was that. Conflict diverted.

Sunday I made it to church, opting to go with some of the guys I hung out with on Saturday. We left early and went over to one of their houses to eat lunch and also play some Wii. Now, I won't get into it here, but the Wii is TRIPPY. Let's just say Nintendo has come a long way since the days of Duck Hunt.

Good weekend. And the weather was beautiful. I hope this lasts a while.