Took me awhile to get to it, but here's a little recap of what happened on the trip to the St. Louis area: Mother Nature was not a race fan for the Paducah and Pevely World of Outlaw shows. I called her every name in the book that would make a drunken sailor blush on the trip home, but there was no changing the outcome of driving home a day earlier than expected and not seeing a damn race.
We (myself and tall pal Reid who handles the Craig Dollansky PR) left Thursday morning from Albert Lea as everyone migrated there to join up as Karavan (see what I did there?) to head south for our destination in Mt. Vernon, IL. It was a little east of St. Louis but also cut down on the possible driving on Friday to get to Paducah.
The trip down wasn't bad at all as I spent a good chunk of it passed out in the passenger's seat since I worked the overnight before we left at my job. But I did wake up just in time to tune into the greatest radio station in the Midwest. If you're ever in Southern Iowa or Northern Missouri, make sure you tune into 107.5 FM for all of your favorite Uncensored Hits. We only heard a few songs before the signal faded, but they didn't care to bleep out any of the swear words from the songs. It was awesome to say the least!
I had never been to St. Louis in my life and it was pretty cool driving through the city and seeing Busch Stadium directly off of the interstate as we traveled through the stadium. We got to Mt. Vernon right around 9PM, had a good meal over at the local Applebee's along with a couple of cold one's before hitting the bed. We knew to expect rain overnight Thursday into Friday, but it looked like Paducah got drilled with a good amount of rain. Knowing they were probably going to rain out, we headed back west to St. Louis to tour the Anheiser-Busch Brewery around noon, and that is a must stop for anyone that enjoys beer and is in the St. Louis area. Pretty cheap gift shop as well for a few collector mugs and glasses.
Anyways, since Paducah was called early around 10am, that gave us the rest of the day to drink and hang out and that's what we did. Ended up staying north of town in St. Charles where the casino is located. St. Charles has a very nice, and historic-feel to its downtown and we showed the locals how to drink up from the north. Lots of memories made again that night, its just too bad not all of them have come back to our minds. Oh well. St. Charles gets a solid A for drinking atmosphere from me.
Woke up Saturday morning hungover, and the only to make a hangover worse is hearing there would be no races that day and we found that out around 11am. Windy, overcast, and rather cold weather caused the postponement as did 'wet grounds' at I-55. We packed up, messed around for a bit, and started heading north again around 3pm to head back home cursing out Mother Nature.
Made it home late that night, played some PS2 sprint cars - what a classic video game by the way - had a few more beers and called it a weekend. A *horrible* weekend. Shoulda stayed home to bartend (the bar had a record weekend) and instead ended up spending money to travel the countryside and see no races. That is why I left it blank at the top, for everyone to put in their own adjective of Mother Nature because I'm pretty sure I called her every name in the book on the road home.
Next blog hopefully coming up this week or next week with the racing season finally kicking off up north!
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