Go Speed Racer, Go
How much fun can a gal have in one lunch break? Lots, I tell you. I went with my co-workers out to lunch at the Sonic (I had a pronto pup, onion rings, and a root beer float), and then we went to the Go-Kart Palace, or whatever it's called, right up the street.
I have mixed feelings about recreational internal combustion engines, but let's face it, go-karts are a blast. I didn't even feel guilty about it for a minute. And I almost nailed that one kid (on purpose!) who kept taking that corner too wide and slowing down right in front of me. But I gave him a little space and then passed him on the straightaway. And then we all went in and played air hockey and everybody else played video games. I went out and watched the go-karts some more.
I'm going back again only next time I'm going to ride for a whole hour. Maybe more.
5 comments:
Sigh. Your lunch was a heck of a lot better than mine was yesterday! Although, I drive a VW Beetle, it's a bit like driving a Go Kart every day!
I just need to know: Are you wearing vintage lingerie while roaring down the straightaway?
HSC: actually, no. I wore pants for the occasion. I look great in pants. I am safe with my power and the power of others. I love my buttocks.
Amy: I totally love pronto pups, even though they call them 'corn dogs' here, which just ain't right. And the beetle might be fun, but can you run into people on purpose with it? Go-Karts rule!
Sonic is the best. I have a sick addiction to the Cheddar Bites ... do they have those there. We've got 'em here in the Ozarks ... but then we have deep fried cashew chicken here in the Ozarks. Sigh.
And no, I can't run into people in my Go Kart on steroids unless I want my insurance premiums to go up. I do, however, have a ridiculously large bouquet of fake roses in my bud vase. Not the same though, is it?
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