Saturday night's monster truck rally was, I'm afraid to admit, a bit disappointing.  Let's just say I paid for my whole seat, and I needed much more than just the edge.  Firstness, they explicitly showed Grave Digger in the advertisements, but alas, there was no Grave Digger.  WTF, dude, WTF?1?  Half of the trucks that were there appeared to be broken.  There was dirt, but no mud.  They only jumped three cars, and not a single school bus was destroyed.  There was no fire.  And frankly, I wouldn't consider any of the feats death defying.  Part of me thinks that I'm just remembering the monster truck rallies of my youth as more fun than they were.  That may be part of it, but even still this one was definitely very lame.

The only real excitement of the night was when, during an ATV race, one of the guys rolled his quad, and was promptly run over by another quad.  And no one cared.  They did not bother to stop the race, and even interviewed the winner while conveniently ignoring the guy laying in the middle of the track, probably with a broken spine.  Eventually he limped of the track with the help of two people.  I guess it's not like football.

The monster truck rally was followed with a trip to bluestate, natch.  Luckily I avoided most pictures, but you know I never turn down a chance to schmooze with the bloggerati.  It was hipsterific. 

Sunday night was a train wreck.  Bourbon, you are my muse, you are my dominatrix.  That's all I'm going to say about it. 

Anywho, I found out yesterday that I have to go to San Francisco for a week for work.  I'll be leaving on Friday, making this week extremely difficult since I have to get 5 days worth of work done in three.  What that means for you, children, is very few posts this week.  If any.  Sorry.  But I do promise to blog from and about San Fran.  I've never been.