I promptly picked a driver to root for, #6 Trevor Bayne, because I had to represent a KNOXVILLE boy! He didn't win. He finished in 18th place out of 43 drivers, but that's ok because I was still proud to be one of the few in the crowd that was reppin' #6.
And yes, the tag is still on my hat in this photo below. I promise I remembered to remove it for the race...
I also had "The World's Best" Bloody Mary.
I'm not sure about, "The World's Best"... they must not have been to Anvil Pub in Deep Ellum.
I'm not sure about, "The World's Best"... they must not have been to Anvil Pub in Deep Ellum.
Pro Tip: If you go to the race, either bring Ear Plugs or rent a Scanner. Otherwise, you will be deaf when you leave. Loud doesn't even begin to describe the sound of the cars screaming through your ear drums for 334 laps.
The flyover right after the National Anthem...
After the race, the madness happened. We got to watch the winner, Jimmie Johnson, arrive and celebrate in Victory Lane. No big deal, just spent my Saturday night hanging out with Jimmie Johnson and the Duck Dynasty guys.
Texas shaped confetti. That is all.
I was too chicken to ask Willie for a picture. Whomp whomp. It was all press, so I didn't want to be that girl.
I did get to meet Jimmie though (first name basis now, duh), and take a picture with the trophy! It was about midnight and we had been there for 8 hours at this point, so excuse me looking like a goober!
Whew! This was a long post, but everything was equally important, too important to skip.
If you're up for a challenge, I know for a fact that CB and I are shown in a handful of the Victory Lane videos/photos from some of the different media outlets. But be warned, before you start digging, it was me and 3 of my guy friends that ventured down to Victory Lane... CB being one of the three....
See, there I am....... CB can't be far!
Muahahhaaa
