The depressingly true stories of two middle-aged married people.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
To celebrate the beginning of the NASCAR season we went out to dinner last night at Crush, downtown.
Because nothing says car racing like chicken parmigiana with cheesy garlic bread and shrimp Louis salad. Last night I made some bets with my boss, Craig, for this morning's Daytona 500 pole qualifying. He guessed Jr. for pole and I said Va-Jay Jay (Jimmie Johnson). We were both wrong, but we also had a side bet that either Danica would crash during qualifying (Craig's bet) or that she would qualify better than Jr. (my bet). Who just won $2.00!! If Va-Jay Jay hadn't let me down I would have had four whole dollars raining down upon me. Hopefully I won't have long lost family trying to befriend me for my new found riches.