IRL, IRL

With one group of my friends, IRL = Indy Racing League.  With another group of friends, the invisible internet ones, IRL = In Real Life.

This weekend at the Milwaukee Mile, I experienced both.

Here are some Indy cars, getting ready to start engines, both In Real Life and Indy Racing League:

This is my friend Catwmn, In Real Life.  On a beautiful evening in the fall of 2006, Catwmn brought Minica into my real life, and I will forever be grateful.

This is Minica.  For rillz.  At an Indy Racing League event.

This is me and Dano.  As a former invisible person himself, he is also here In Real Life, with some unreal hair.  (I blame my look on our transportation from Dano's house to Milwaukee.  As soon as I arrived, he handed me a full-faced motorcycle helmet and said "Here, see if this fits your enormous gourd."  And then he made me ride a motorcycle that makes no noise at all, as if there's any fun in that.  And I rode the silent motorcycle with a full-faced helmet, and I didn't talk out loud for an entire hour.  True story.)

Here's me and DuMom, keeping it real, Indy Racing League style.  Her ear plugs are shaped like beer bottles.  Also a true story.  She's rocking a sweet new Sarah Fisher t-shirt after this weekend, and I'm shown here wearing my 1989 East Bay Winter Nationals sprint car t-shirt.  God bless the day that I found the 1985-1993 box of shirts.

Next on the racing calendar is possibly potentially NHRA at Joliet on Friday.  Probably definitely Grundy County on Saturday.  Maybe perhaps Angell Park on Sunday, just because I'll be craving dirt after two days of pavement.

Meet me there!  In real life!  No really.