Days of Our Lives - NASCAR Style (by Misty)
As I made my long 3 hour drive from the hotel Friday morning I didn't think anything could deter my great mood. That was until I saw the state trooper pull out and start following me down the interchange with his flashing lights. I knew my week was going too well for my normal luck. Did I mention that I'm not supposed to even be in the state that I'm now getting pulled over in? I'm supposed to be a state north. And it only makes it better that I was going a whole EIGHT mph over the speed limit. I didn't even take the cruise off when I flew past the trooper. If he wanted to pull me over for 8 over, then go ahead. He did.
Prior the trip I had told the GP about this cute little black dress I had just bought and wanted to wear while I was there. Thank god, Friday was the day I had it on...and it happened to be No Panties Friday. My prayers were even answered more when the trooper walked up the car and he was an incredibly gorgeous young trooper in one of those sexy hats. A few smiles, small talk about where I was from, where I was going, what I was doing in the state and the rental car...he issued me a warning. And his exact words "this isn't a ticket of any sort, it's just a little note to say we talked!" Ah hah. I really honestly expected his number to be on the back. Damn....but thank you little black dress!
As I text the GP right after this little situation to tell him I was glad for the dress, he says he has some bad news of his own for me and my day isn't going to get any better. He had just been text that some of his family wanted to drive almost 5 hours to take him to dinner while he was "in the area".
I had played a pretty bad April fool's joke on him a week earlier and I initially thought that he was returning the favor and was just screwing with me. Why would they drive all that time to have dinner at 9:00 PM? The texts between us continued during the day with him telling me he really wasn't kidding to me saying "I really don't care either way - it's all good". When I receive the next text and it says "well how do I introduce you to them?" I now am 100% certain he is fucking with me. I decide to play along and tell him that was fine - I will just make other plans! He returns with "well I just booked them a room at the Hilton across the street so they can stay the night too". If he is playing a joke, he isn't budging. I reply to his text with: "If you are screwing with me to get a reaction - you aren't getting it. Like I have said - I don't care; you do what you need to do."
He responds by telling me "nice kick" about making other plans which in turn starts a more heated text exchange. He seems pissy and I'm a tad pissed too at this point as I'm starting to think he isn't kidding around...so I ask if I'm supposed to sit in the hotel room while he goes out? He replies that isn't what he said or meant. I tell him that I get it, its okay that I go out, just not with anyone he knows. By this point he has had enough and he just says something snotty and then says "I have to go WORK now!! Text u later."
I do not hear from him the rest of the day. I get back to the hotel earlier than expected and while talking to a fellow blogger on the phone, she gives me the idea that they have a free evening reception of booze at this hotel. Duh. I get ready and head to it. I meet this woman, hit if off completely, and end up drunk by 8. She wants to go to dinner and I sort of explain my predicament to her. I STILL have no idea if he was screwing with me about his dinner plans or if he was being honest. Either way I'm pretty sure that I'm not seeing him.
Right then I get a text and he asks if I'm back yet to the hotel and that he will be there in a few minutes. He wants to know if he can come up to my room right away and shower. I ask him one last time if he is fucking with me about his plans since I will just head out to dinner. He says no, he is serious but he will be back in 3 minutes and just please meet him upstairs.
Okay, so I have plans with the fellow drunk woman. I also have texted my friend Oral asking what he is doing and if he wants to go out. Taylor has also provided me the Mechanic's number and says he will for sure take me out if I ask him. Ahh, negative there Ghost Rider. That wouldn't go over too well with anyone involved.
I have to take a phone call from home at this moment so I tell the woman that I have to go charge my phone anyways and I will meet her back in the bar lobby in about a half hour for dinner. I call home for a few minutes and as I'm hanging up I turn and see half a team walking in the side door towards me. Ahh yeah. Wrong place, wrong time. Out of this group, the first person I see is the Mechanic. He comes right to me with a smile and gives me a hug. I ask him if he knew I was there (which I assumed he did not) and he says "yup, GP told me today. I have to go take a quick shower but meet me back down here in 30 or so, I'm taking you to dinner!".
Huh?????
I'm completely lost but find out that the GP really did have plans with family. He apparently didn't know about them any earlier than Friday morning, felt horrible about it, and pretty much thought it would be selfish of him to not make plans for me to do something.
Hook, line, sinker. IJDAF tour just took another heavy hit on that one. It's really that simple. It's the little things with us women sometimes. I was BEYOND impressed with him that he would go out of his way to talk to the Mechanic and ask him to do that. It's fairly well known how private he likes to keep his life and how much it bothers him that the other guys know I'm with him for the weekend or at least how much it bothers him that he may get caught.
So my drunk ass meets the GP in my room. I probably went overboard on the "thank you's" as I was still just floored by what he had done. And the fact that he would tell anyone I was there (even if it's on the Mechanic) was even odder. He tells me that there is really only one guy he worries about seeing me since he has a big mouth. I've met the guy one other time almost a year ago. He is on the same team as the Mechanic.
We end up fooling around way more than I should have in the room and actually have no idea how my drunk body/mind stopped him as I had to head to the lobby for my dinner date. How I even left that room is a miracle in itself. It can only be explained as I knew I had something very wonderful to look forward to AFTER my dinner.
I meet up with the Mechanic and tell him to wait a second while I run into the bar and pick up my new friend (Leanne). I walk into the bar and the first table I see is the whole team that had just walked into the hotel during my call (minus the Mechanic). Greeeaaaaaaattt. Big mouth looks right at me and just stares as I walk by. How is it that I can get busted in 5 minutes? Geez.
I grab Leanne at the bar and tell her we must leave now! She is just ordering a drink so she orders me one and we wait on the slowest bartender EVER. I turn around and look around the bar and see the table right next to that team is filled with all of the GP's team. Wow, even better. GP's roommate is looking right at me with a big ass grin. Lovely.
I drag Leanne out of the bar and back into the lobby. I start giving the Mechanic shit for not telling me they were all in there - he didn't know apparently. Nice. The GP comes down from his shower in my room and stops over by us to say good-bye - I tell him I just saw Big Mouth. He says "well didn't you see Broken Alan too?" Nope. Come to find out he is at the same table with the roommate. Now this folks is how fast these boys work off the playa handbook...as I was standing in the bar, Broken Alan had already text the GP to say "I thought you told me she was ALONE - liar. She has a friend." I am beyond humored by this. A) The GP likes to tell me that only the roommate ever knows I'm around and B) It makes me laugh that they ALL recognize me now. Scary thought. And C) Really Broken Alan? C'mon man.
After we finally located lost Oral, I end up out to dinner with him, the Mechanic, and Leanne. It was hilarious and a really good time. Remember, I've been drinking. We end up at some club via the Mechanics suggestion. The Mechanic and the new girl take off to get their drinks and Oral and I are standing at the bar while he buys me a drink. I look over to see Broken Alan smiling and waving. Christ - they are everywhere!! I walk over and say "hi" and we talk for quite a while. First thing he says is "who's the guy you are with??". Ahh, the Mechanic. Well, I was....but now it looks like I'm just with Oral. Hmmm.
We keep talking and I find out that the GP also told him on Thursday that I was in town. According to Broken Alan he always knows when I'm around because the GP gets quiet about his plans when asked. I said "whatever, you mean he gets quiet when he has a girl in town!". Broken Alan says "which 99.99% of the time means you are around!!"
As we are talking yet another guy named Bob walks up. Ok, this one is a good friend of the GP's that I have NEVER met. His wife and the GP's wife are friends though. I know this from being the president of the NSA (which is you are not a member you need to do some research to become a member!). Hell I even follow him on Twitter. It was pretty funny to be standing there with Bob at the bar thinking he has no clue who I am and I know more than I ever needed to know about him!
Broken Alan immediately introduces me as "hey this is Misty from *state removed". Bob asks if I'm in town for the race and I say that I'm really not, more so there for work. He then asks what I do for work; some other things and just keeps looking at me with this odd look while giving Broken Alan a funny look too. I assumed at the time he thought Broken Alan had just picked me up. Broken Alan then says "so who is your friend again that you came with?" I say Oral and tell him what he does and what team. I also say "and well I was with the other two too!"…the other two that are no longer anywhere to be found.
Bob then says "so Misty how do you know Broken Alan??" Greeaat. Before I even say anything Broken Alan says "oh Misty is always around, hmm...how do I explain? Well let's just say Misty will also be with us next weekend!". I gave Broken Alan a look of death as Bob says "yup, that's what I thought". A split second later Bob says it was nice to meet me and takes off to go talk to another guy.
I cannot believe that Broken Alan said all this and he can't understand why I'm upset. Umm, their wives are FRIENDS!! He says there is nothing to worry about and that Bob wrote the playa handbook. This is why you have to love these men. Why I ever think any of them aren't screwing around or don't know the rule of what happens on the road stays on the road is beyond me.
I now get a text from the GP that he is back in my room and wants to know when I will be back. My immediate response is "can you come get me?" The Mechanic had my rental car keys and Oral was looking like he was not ready to go yet. The GP replies with "how?? You have the wheels!!" Oh yeah, right. Then my next text from him says "Isn't Broken Alan with you?? Ask him if he has the van." How the heck does he know that already?
I'm back within 30 minutes after this as my whole dinner group ended up leaving. I find out that Broken Alan had text the GP immediately when I walked in that bar with Oral to say "FYI - your girl is out…with some dude" Poor Broken Alan trying to start the drama- the GP had known I was going to dinner with Oral too and knows exactly who he is. I assume that had to be a good conversation in the morning in the garage between the GP and Broken Alan. I also found out that Bob probably knew exactly who I was after our conversation. He also knows about me and has known since the GP came to my hometown to visit me a few years ago.
So much for thinking I was some big secret. There are NO secrets in that garage. At least not within this company apparently.
Orignal From: Days of Our Lives - NASCAR Style (by Misty)
Prior the trip I had told the GP about this cute little black dress I had just bought and wanted to wear while I was there. Thank god, Friday was the day I had it on...and it happened to be No Panties Friday. My prayers were even answered more when the trooper walked up the car and he was an incredibly gorgeous young trooper in one of those sexy hats. A few smiles, small talk about where I was from, where I was going, what I was doing in the state and the rental car...he issued me a warning. And his exact words "this isn't a ticket of any sort, it's just a little note to say we talked!" Ah hah. I really honestly expected his number to be on the back. Damn....but thank you little black dress!
As I text the GP right after this little situation to tell him I was glad for the dress, he says he has some bad news of his own for me and my day isn't going to get any better. He had just been text that some of his family wanted to drive almost 5 hours to take him to dinner while he was "in the area".
I had played a pretty bad April fool's joke on him a week earlier and I initially thought that he was returning the favor and was just screwing with me. Why would they drive all that time to have dinner at 9:00 PM? The texts between us continued during the day with him telling me he really wasn't kidding to me saying "I really don't care either way - it's all good". When I receive the next text and it says "well how do I introduce you to them?" I now am 100% certain he is fucking with me. I decide to play along and tell him that was fine - I will just make other plans! He returns with "well I just booked them a room at the Hilton across the street so they can stay the night too". If he is playing a joke, he isn't budging. I reply to his text with: "If you are screwing with me to get a reaction - you aren't getting it. Like I have said - I don't care; you do what you need to do."
He responds by telling me "nice kick" about making other plans which in turn starts a more heated text exchange. He seems pissy and I'm a tad pissed too at this point as I'm starting to think he isn't kidding around...so I ask if I'm supposed to sit in the hotel room while he goes out? He replies that isn't what he said or meant. I tell him that I get it, its okay that I go out, just not with anyone he knows. By this point he has had enough and he just says something snotty and then says "I have to go WORK now!! Text u later."
I do not hear from him the rest of the day. I get back to the hotel earlier than expected and while talking to a fellow blogger on the phone, she gives me the idea that they have a free evening reception of booze at this hotel. Duh. I get ready and head to it. I meet this woman, hit if off completely, and end up drunk by 8. She wants to go to dinner and I sort of explain my predicament to her. I STILL have no idea if he was screwing with me about his dinner plans or if he was being honest. Either way I'm pretty sure that I'm not seeing him.
Right then I get a text and he asks if I'm back yet to the hotel and that he will be there in a few minutes. He wants to know if he can come up to my room right away and shower. I ask him one last time if he is fucking with me about his plans since I will just head out to dinner. He says no, he is serious but he will be back in 3 minutes and just please meet him upstairs.
Okay, so I have plans with the fellow drunk woman. I also have texted my friend Oral asking what he is doing and if he wants to go out. Taylor has also provided me the Mechanic's number and says he will for sure take me out if I ask him. Ahh, negative there Ghost Rider. That wouldn't go over too well with anyone involved.
I have to take a phone call from home at this moment so I tell the woman that I have to go charge my phone anyways and I will meet her back in the bar lobby in about a half hour for dinner. I call home for a few minutes and as I'm hanging up I turn and see half a team walking in the side door towards me. Ahh yeah. Wrong place, wrong time. Out of this group, the first person I see is the Mechanic. He comes right to me with a smile and gives me a hug. I ask him if he knew I was there (which I assumed he did not) and he says "yup, GP told me today. I have to go take a quick shower but meet me back down here in 30 or so, I'm taking you to dinner!".
Huh?????
I'm completely lost but find out that the GP really did have plans with family. He apparently didn't know about them any earlier than Friday morning, felt horrible about it, and pretty much thought it would be selfish of him to not make plans for me to do something.
Hook, line, sinker. IJDAF tour just took another heavy hit on that one. It's really that simple. It's the little things with us women sometimes. I was BEYOND impressed with him that he would go out of his way to talk to the Mechanic and ask him to do that. It's fairly well known how private he likes to keep his life and how much it bothers him that the other guys know I'm with him for the weekend or at least how much it bothers him that he may get caught.
So my drunk ass meets the GP in my room. I probably went overboard on the "thank you's" as I was still just floored by what he had done. And the fact that he would tell anyone I was there (even if it's on the Mechanic) was even odder. He tells me that there is really only one guy he worries about seeing me since he has a big mouth. I've met the guy one other time almost a year ago. He is on the same team as the Mechanic.
We end up fooling around way more than I should have in the room and actually have no idea how my drunk body/mind stopped him as I had to head to the lobby for my dinner date. How I even left that room is a miracle in itself. It can only be explained as I knew I had something very wonderful to look forward to AFTER my dinner.
I meet up with the Mechanic and tell him to wait a second while I run into the bar and pick up my new friend (Leanne). I walk into the bar and the first table I see is the whole team that had just walked into the hotel during my call (minus the Mechanic). Greeeaaaaaaattt. Big mouth looks right at me and just stares as I walk by. How is it that I can get busted in 5 minutes? Geez.
I grab Leanne at the bar and tell her we must leave now! She is just ordering a drink so she orders me one and we wait on the slowest bartender EVER. I turn around and look around the bar and see the table right next to that team is filled with all of the GP's team. Wow, even better. GP's roommate is looking right at me with a big ass grin. Lovely.
I drag Leanne out of the bar and back into the lobby. I start giving the Mechanic shit for not telling me they were all in there - he didn't know apparently. Nice. The GP comes down from his shower in my room and stops over by us to say good-bye - I tell him I just saw Big Mouth. He says "well didn't you see Broken Alan too?" Nope. Come to find out he is at the same table with the roommate. Now this folks is how fast these boys work off the playa handbook...as I was standing in the bar, Broken Alan had already text the GP to say "I thought you told me she was ALONE - liar. She has a friend." I am beyond humored by this. A) The GP likes to tell me that only the roommate ever knows I'm around and B) It makes me laugh that they ALL recognize me now. Scary thought. And C) Really Broken Alan? C'mon man.
After we finally located lost Oral, I end up out to dinner with him, the Mechanic, and Leanne. It was hilarious and a really good time. Remember, I've been drinking. We end up at some club via the Mechanics suggestion. The Mechanic and the new girl take off to get their drinks and Oral and I are standing at the bar while he buys me a drink. I look over to see Broken Alan smiling and waving. Christ - they are everywhere!! I walk over and say "hi" and we talk for quite a while. First thing he says is "who's the guy you are with??". Ahh, the Mechanic. Well, I was....but now it looks like I'm just with Oral. Hmmm.
We keep talking and I find out that the GP also told him on Thursday that I was in town. According to Broken Alan he always knows when I'm around because the GP gets quiet about his plans when asked. I said "whatever, you mean he gets quiet when he has a girl in town!". Broken Alan says "which 99.99% of the time means you are around!!"
As we are talking yet another guy named Bob walks up. Ok, this one is a good friend of the GP's that I have NEVER met. His wife and the GP's wife are friends though. I know this from being the president of the NSA (which is you are not a member you need to do some research to become a member!). Hell I even follow him on Twitter. It was pretty funny to be standing there with Bob at the bar thinking he has no clue who I am and I know more than I ever needed to know about him!
Broken Alan immediately introduces me as "hey this is Misty from *state removed". Bob asks if I'm in town for the race and I say that I'm really not, more so there for work. He then asks what I do for work; some other things and just keeps looking at me with this odd look while giving Broken Alan a funny look too. I assumed at the time he thought Broken Alan had just picked me up. Broken Alan then says "so who is your friend again that you came with?" I say Oral and tell him what he does and what team. I also say "and well I was with the other two too!"…the other two that are no longer anywhere to be found.
Bob then says "so Misty how do you know Broken Alan??" Greeaat. Before I even say anything Broken Alan says "oh Misty is always around, hmm...how do I explain? Well let's just say Misty will also be with us next weekend!". I gave Broken Alan a look of death as Bob says "yup, that's what I thought". A split second later Bob says it was nice to meet me and takes off to go talk to another guy.
I cannot believe that Broken Alan said all this and he can't understand why I'm upset. Umm, their wives are FRIENDS!! He says there is nothing to worry about and that Bob wrote the playa handbook. This is why you have to love these men. Why I ever think any of them aren't screwing around or don't know the rule of what happens on the road stays on the road is beyond me.
I now get a text from the GP that he is back in my room and wants to know when I will be back. My immediate response is "can you come get me?" The Mechanic had my rental car keys and Oral was looking like he was not ready to go yet. The GP replies with "how?? You have the wheels!!" Oh yeah, right. Then my next text from him says "Isn't Broken Alan with you?? Ask him if he has the van." How the heck does he know that already?
I'm back within 30 minutes after this as my whole dinner group ended up leaving. I find out that Broken Alan had text the GP immediately when I walked in that bar with Oral to say "FYI - your girl is out…with some dude" Poor Broken Alan trying to start the drama- the GP had known I was going to dinner with Oral too and knows exactly who he is. I assume that had to be a good conversation in the morning in the garage between the GP and Broken Alan. I also found out that Bob probably knew exactly who I was after our conversation. He also knows about me and has known since the GP came to my hometown to visit me a few years ago.
So much for thinking I was some big secret. There are NO secrets in that garage. At least not within this company apparently.
Orignal From: Days of Our Lives - NASCAR Style (by Misty)
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