Monster Jam

When people come to visit, Adam and I show them a good time. I mean, who wouldn't want to go to the Monster Jam? It's loud, people are rude and annoying, and there are kids all over.

But then again, they have beer which makes the loudness, the annoying people, and the kids okay. (Actually the kids were alright... their parents could take a lesson...) Seriously, the people that go to these things are hard core fans. They love themselves some monster trucks. You don't mess with them. They have T-shirts, ear muffs, and mullets.

The woman behind us was especially lady like when she whistled like a lunatic every 5 seconds, and explained to the row that if they didn't get up and move for her she'd "pull down her pants and piss on them." (hey, her words, not mine!)

Pictured above is Grave Digger. If you are a true fan you know who this is...

promptly after this Grave Digger flipped on it's top prompting me to get out of my seat and cheer!

So our guest, you ask, is Scott, Adam's best good friend from Virginia. We all dressed the part, the boys, in flannel, me with my Miller Lite trucker hat and UPS puffy vest.

I leave this post with this kid in a Monster Truck hat.

And more importantly the most impressive mullet I have ever witnessed!!!