Fathers Day in July

Took my dad to NHRA drags in Sonoma for a belated Fathers Day. It was a wild day. I get to their house to pick him up when I notice he's outside flaying his arms and he's fuming. The mosquito guy ran over his steal rock and drug it all the way down their driveway, making some really nasty marks. Then with marsh land on one side and a concrete median on the other we get trapped on Hwy 37 for over 30 min, due to a stalled vehicle. We get there about 11ish. We have a mission, we need autographs from John Force, Anton Brown, Ron Capps, and the Bernstein's. So we split up (not my idea). I wait for Force, 30 min later I get his autograph. So I go back to find Dad. He's still at Bernstein's. It's 12:30! Fast forward 3:30, I can't take it anymore I'm thirsty. I get another Margarita, and what do I find he's leaving his post. Three hours later I'm starving and thirsty, and I need a pottie break, and I miss the big moment! Ugh! He got his autograph from Brandon, and he signed his Budweiser Clydesdale memento. Now we can get rid of the Clydesdale's we been packing around for 4 hours. So off to the car to eat. Well my car won't open and I just changed the battery in the remote that's weird. Oh no, I left my lights on! Battery dead! So we get someone to jump us and go back down to watch the funny cars. We watch 2 heats, then some guy blows his engine, and 45 min later we're outta there. Fathers day was declared over! We had enough sun for 1 day.