Lindz and I spent Memorial Day weekend at Lake Norman. It's kind of like a Caribbean resort at her parents' condo, but no one tries to sell us weed, and the drinks are cheaper. We're always so grateful to be so near this escape. Unfortunately, our drive to the lake sometimes coincides with a NASCAR race. A race creates hateful traffic stretching into all the neighboring counties. The travel and expense that racing fans will undertake puzzles me; I can watch people drive too fast and swerve in front of each other during my commute every day. At least there's some possibility of punishment in NASCAR.
Thankfully, we missed the traffic this weekend. This is only theoretical bitching.
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Ahhh, the lake. Nice.
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