The Lansdale Car Show... A Showcase of Cars and Bizarre Under the Stars

Ah... Lansdale. Sniff in the air, and you'll smell diesel, pork products and glory. I love this small town, it's evident. I grew up here, and while I mock the vast majority of the town's eccentricities, I also participate in most events that I can. Saturday, June 16^th was no exception.

The day of the Lansdale Car Show Under the Lights, a white trash festival featuring classic cars, muscle shirts, and mullets, dawned sunny and bright. I was working all day at a bank opening event, but by 6:30 p.m. my best friend Heather and I had arrived at Brad and Mitch's place. I kicked off a barbeque, and we all drank copious amounts of Coors Light and SoCo and lime shots... cause that's clearly how we roll. After food, booze, a rousing game of Frisbee with Dan, and leaving the guys' place in a state of disarray, it was off to the show, conveniently located just a few blocks away. As we strolled, open containers in hand, we gladly witnessed the sights and sounds of Lansdale, including bitch slaps, souped up engines, a few like-minded kids chugging beers also, and other suburban ghetto wonders.

After a few blocks of strolling, eating Dan's funnel cake, peeing in pizza place, and a catfight between Heather and Ariel, Heath and I somehow found ourselves walking, sans the guys, back to Brad and Mitch's house. A small problem arose when we realized the house was locked. We certainly were not going to walk back into that Q-Mart inspired hoedown, so I found myself teetering precariously on a broken rocking chair and jimmying the front window open. As I crawled in, my shapely ass region getting caught at one point, I wondered if this was what life would always be like. With a satisfied nod, I took my predicament in stride, and weaseled in the window.

When the guys arrived about 30 minutes later, the general consensus was that the bar was the next obvious place to go. As we sidled up to the pizza pub, most kids in our pack were significantly wasted... okay, make that all kids in our pack. Some darts, revelry, and more drinking were had there. After trying to get in a fist fight with a girl about 4 times my size that mocked my cute and trendy conductor hat, it was time to call it a night. Lansdale Car Show, for the umpteenth year of your history, you have yet to disappoint.