Three guys, one tent maybe is a more appropriate title but we won't go there.
Norm, Chris and myself ventured to Brooklyn, Mich. for a taste of NASCAR and of course to celebrate Norm's birthday.
We camped out for three days at the North Camp just outside of the race track. It was an adventure to say the least.
Free Bird was the official-unofficial song of the weekend, even though it was never once played.
Bloody Mary's for breakfast, Budweiser and Martini's for lunch and dinner.
Watched the Canadians get all excited about the Detroit Red Wings losing.
Didn't have a spatula so we went back to Camp Canada and stole theirs. Don't worry we gifted onto to someone else after we were done camping because they put up with our drunk debauchery.
Talked trash about Canadians all night in the dark only to wake up and see we were surrounded by them.
Burgers and dogs when we sometimes ate.
Walked more than 4 miles for a clean porta-john.
Wrestled Norm and won. The Canadian's wanted more and then he kicked the crap out of me.
Found our neighbor Sammie, passed out in our camp.
One word to sum up the event: Sammie!!!
It was an awesome weekend of three city boyz finding their little bit of country deep down inside of the. Thank god that side doesn't come out often.
P.S. How many Canadians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? "Ohhh no the lights are out? I'm scared." - HIMYM
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