All I have to say is, who needs a significant other for Valentine's Day when you can have six straight hours of unadulterated awesome racing go-karts and smelling like gasoline for a week?!
Not me, that's for sure.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I went go-kart racing for SIX hours yesterday. It was the rockin' awesomest thing ever. One of my best friends is a hard-core dirtbiker, and she loves stuff like this....and finally I was able to hold my own when I was racing instead of always coming in last (I even beat my two guy friends a time or two, which I was proud of...girl power, baby).
There was a time when we were racing with a few couples that were obviously going on a group date thing for Valentine's Day, and I noticed that the girls had gotten all cute-sied up for their date (which I don't blame them for, because hello....I do the same thing). There was one girl, though, that had this huge poof thing on the front of her head....you know, where you pin back your bangs or something, but tease it a little bit so it's like a huge bump? Ya. Her poof thing was huge, and I just laughed to myself at imagining her trying to put on one of the face masks and then a helmet over that thing. Needless to say, the aftermath was well-worth seeing. Haha.
Anyways, they were on dates with a bunch of pretty boys, and I was getting so competitive. I thought, "There is no way I'm letting these people beat me in this race!!" My adrenaline was pumping, and although I didn't win (I didn't take first in any of the races, but I was third for quite a few), I beat out all of them (with the exception of this one guy who Whitney was going to kill because he was racing dirty and being a jerk....I was pretty proud of myself).
So, here's to a Valentine's Day that I will probably never forget. Better than the past few years...I didn't have to go to school to get consistently reminded by the stupid teddy bears and balloons and flowers that everybody would be carrying that I was single.