I'll be honest, I've lived in Lafayette for most of my 28 years. That being said, I have never once encountered or celebrated anything having to do with Grand Prix week or weekend. I don't like racing. I drink, copiously, but if a bar has more than ten people I start to get a little annoyed. It's just not my scene.
But it's the dog days of spring. Basketball is over. I'm not suffer football yet, and we still need to hit our numbers.
So, tomorrow, at some ungodly time I will be leaving my apartment to cross the river and make my way to the first Grand Prix.