Guess what I did on Friday? It involved wheels and lots of testosterone and patriotism. Indeed, I went to Monster Jam with the husband, the baby, and the sister-in-law.
It was…alright. Certainly, the most interesting part of the evening was the prelude, in which the announcer came out and started paying tribute to all of the firefighters and policemen and “the troops in Iraq who are fighting for our right to be here at Monster Jam tonight.” No, seriously. He said that. That’s why we’re over there. Monster trucks. Now, I’m a cynical bizatch but if I was a soldier and someone told me that I was fighting for a bunch of jackasses to go see monster trucks, I would probably kill a whole bunch of people. Or myself. Of course, they then brought out an enormous flag for the national anthem.
This little boy was chowing down on some blue cotton candy, which of course was all over his face and hands. I hate it when kids get all sticky and of course this guy was with his dad who was completely oblivious and let him touch everything. Ew.
Yay! Oh and that’s a spider tattoo on his forehead. He applied that himself.
Huge flag, via the JumboTron.
Then the trucks came out and did this for about 20 minutes:
The baby was really excited about these guys who are, apparently, the George Clooney and Brad Pitt of monster trucks.
The trucks did some stuff. It was all very anti-climactic.
There was also some Motocross, which is really difficult to photograph with a little point-and-shoot. But that stuff was very cool. I need to go see a whole Motocross event. And this is a totally inadvertent picture of that guy’s bald spot. I was nice and didn’t take clandestine pictures of all of the hotties there. Because it’s happened before when I intentionally post pictures like this of the characters around Pittsburgh, somebody gets offended and says, “Hey, that’s my mom!” or some shit.
One truck fall down, go boom. This got the largest reaction from the crowd.
The baby dug it, though, despite the fact that the four of us had a huge argument over who was going to go get snacks. Bolt and I didn’t want anything, but the husband was trying to argue that WE had to go get him and the baby snacks since it was their idea to go. I really hate them sometimes.
He got an El Toro Loco hat and the other night before getting a shower, he stripped naked except for the hat and pretended to be a bull. It was a little strange.
Overall, I honestly thought the whole thing was kind of boring and slow-moving but I think that had a lot to do with the limited amount of space. And I guess I’m saying that I need to go to a monster truck/motocross/ATV rally outdoors, in the woods somewhere. Can’t wait!