I realize I have not been around much lately, and I also realize I owe some of my regular readers a full account of the family trip to Disney World, and I promise I will get to that. Soon. Really.
But now, I am in Montreal for the Canadian Grand Prix! Woo hoo! I love the Canadian Grand Prix. Well, really I love them all, but I love this one the best because I am here! The man is not attending this year so I sold his ticket and came anyway.
I arrived yesterday, and I don’t know what it is with me, but every time I come to Montreal I seem to get the one cab driver in the city that does not know where my hotel is. Every. Stinking. Time. This time the guy actually asked me if I was sure about the hotel address. I showed it to him in to confirmation on my iPhone. Stupidhead.
And so, today I wandered over to the track just in time for the first practice. The seats are at the end of the hairpin, and they are really good, see:
As usual the seats are up high (row P) well out of the way of any possible flying debris.
Also, the Grand Prix is very glamorous:
I think this is a lot of empties for one o’clock in the afternoon, don’t you:
Wow, that really is a lot of empties. And I’m sure there are more where that came from. The weather was beautiful. It was the kind of day where a beer for lunch sounds pretty good, if you are the kind of person who can drink in the sun in the middle of the day. I am not that kind of person though so I didn’t have one.
One of the people sitting near me has an air-horn. I strongly believe if you fire an air-horn in a crowd the people sitting around you should be able to hit you with sticks. Those things are seriously obnoxious. I hope it runs out soon.
I did some window-shopping but I have not purchased anything yet. I already have two Alonso/Ferrari t-shirts, that is probably enough. Unless of course I see another one that really knocks my socks off.
And finally, what is the best way to end a fabulous day at the track? A nice big bowl of poutine: