My Life as a Derby Princess
OK, so I wasn’t actually a derby princess, but I will be. That’s my new life goal. Forget college and the dreams of writing; I want to be a demolition derby princess.
I NEED that tiara and sash.
If only to cover up the unflattering shirt I decided to wear. I probably would have chosen my clothes a little more carefully had I known I was going to be riding around on top of a car. The crowd is just lucky I wore pants.
I should be easy to spot in this picture since I’m the only girl. I’d say look for the long hair, but the derby is mullet turf.
I had an incredible night and I’d tell you all about it, but I’m saving it for column fodder so I don’t have to leave the house again this weekend. DON’T JUDGE ME! Well you can if you want, but after judging send wine.
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Soo jealous right now.
That looks like a “drink beer from the can” type of event. How did you survive? This photo has me thinking about what I’ll pack for my debut trip to the country.
What’s unflattering about your shirt? Looks fine to me.
I love how EVERY dude there has a baseball hat on. Baseball hats are the new cowboy hat.
The derby is a favorite memory of mine! It nothing else, it’s a killer local for people-watching! You look adorable!
very late i know, but i miss your 4th of july tatoo!
Ahhh, I miss you too Leigh.