Indy 500 Remains A Memorial Day Party Bucket List Destination

The Brickyard Still An Elusive Event For The Blogger 

A couple of years ago, I had an offer to go to the Indy 500 as a guest of one of the drivers.

I could have stayed at his house. With his girlfriend. And all her girlfriends who were visiting, as well.

And I turned it down.

Why, you ask? What kind of fool am I!?

Well, yes, I am a fool, but the house was full and I would have been on the couch at best, the floor at worst. Not that being on either bothers me, but it was late in the game when the offer came, passes to the race might have been difficult and I was juggling other things at the time.

In other words, the timing wasn’t right. And as a result, the Indy 500 remains an elusive Bucket List party destination for me.

Oh, trust me, I’ll make it one day. If that offer ever comes my way again, I’ll be the first one in the door, not the last.

There’s something about the Indy 500 that every American should do at one point in their live. For starters, it’s smack in the middle of America. It’s also one of the truly great American experiences, along with the Daytona 500, Wrigley Field on a Saturday afternoon, Fenway Park anytime and college football games in the fall, just to name a few sporting events.

The opening ceremony is as grand as anything at any sporting event, perhaps the best and most spine-chilling in the world.

It’s also a party. Veterans of both tell me it’s second only to the Kentucky Derby infield.  Nothing, they say, beats the Kentucky Derby infield.

You don’t have to feel sorry for me this Memorial Day, however. I’ll likely spend it in Hermosa Beach, California, which has a three-day festival called Fiesta Hermosa. While it’s hardy half a million people, electronic DJs blasting away in the Snakepit and a day of guzzling beer as if were being banned on Monday, it will still be fun.

I hope!

Cheers!