After being delayed for two hours, I’m finally on a plane and my feet are so fahfahfahffffrigid that I can barely concentrate on my delicious frozen peanuts. A lady just walked past me wearing a face mask, the flight attendant busted my knee with the drink cart, and the guy next to me is surely Kenny Tarmac’s brother.
Why am I telling you this? Because travel tortures make me yearn for home (which is Indy) and makes me want to de-stress with a little socializing on Mass Ave. Again, why the heck am I telling you this? Because YOU need to come to Indy and YOU need to party! We’ve got a great little promo on our fabu little web site, RacetotheParty.com.
Not only can you watch our zingy new commercials, but you can register to win a fantastic trip to the Indy 500. Complete with suite tickets, pit passes and hotel accommodations, you know this weekend would be more appealing that baked beans and deviled eggs at your neighbor’s Memorial Day cookout.