Not Quite NASCAR

Thanks to some friends I had passes to the races at PIR today. Initially I wasn't sure if M would be into the racing scene, but she seemed interested so we went to the track today. We live close enough to the track we hear the cars and the motorcycles almost all summer long. The great thing about PIR is there really aren't huge restrictions on where you can walk through. We walked all through the infield pit area. We stopped by my friends' pit area. M got pictures taken sitting in the driver's seat of a real Porsche race car.
One of the most entertaining things about a real NASCAR race is the audience. PIR didn't quite rival my NASCAR experience, however, there was definitely a stand out. Part of the lack of questionable fashion choices probably had something to do with the overcast skies and chilly weather. One bleach blonde bimbo must not have checked the weather report. I'm all for supporting the drivers and getting into race mode, but the checkered flag pattern mini-skirt is one step too far. Could maybe have gone along with the skirt, but the neon pink shirt with neon pink wedge Wal-Mart plastic flip flops and the black & pink "Hustler" sweatshirt drew a caution flag from the Fashion Police.

M noticed Ms Hustler today. I'm quite proud of her for beginning to grasp the finer points of socially acceptable dress. Now I just need help her be a little more quiet about it. Although a well placed "Mom, look at her" might do the world some good.

Yesterday at the nail salon M noticed another fashion atrocity. This lady, and I use that word extremely loosely, bent down to look at some of the nail polish. When she does this, the zipper down the back of her pants unzips about halfway. Most people notice when their zipper is no longer all the way zipped. This lady's pants were so tight, that even with the zipper coming down they were bursting at the seams. M quietly whispers "Mom, look - her underwear are showing." Really, this was an instance where I would have loved for M to say that at full 7 year old volume. And as if I don't think this 40-something lady is a complete skank already, her cell phone rings with Shakira "Hips Don't Lie."
If you're over 40, you should have to get your kids permission to download any song by an artist that has a song "Feat. Timbaland" or "Feat. T-Pain."