The best redneck date night

My dear friend, Kallee, is better known as my partner in crime. The problem with Kallee and I is that between the two of us, we can talk ourselves into about anything. Case in point... I found a groupon not long ago for  a great deal to the car races. Ben and I have never been, neither had the Cooks, so what better way to spend a friday night than a little Smashburger and trip to the races (it was even a surprise for the hubs). Oh, little did we know:) So, we put on our best redneck garb and headed west... well, northwest:) We had a BLAST! We were way out in the desert at a mud racetrack, we were the only people not emotionally invested in the outcomes, we were probably the only ones without a tatoo, and most definitely the only ones not smoking or boozing. We stuck out like sore thumbs (and we loved it)! The cars were so loud it made your insides pound. The ground shook. We got mud on our faces:) It was the best! We chose our cars and cheered and cheered and laughed! Anyway, it was memorable for sure, and nothing like what we expected.