My husband is a HUGE FAN OF F1.
(He flew to NY on a Friday a couple of weeks agao. Plane was delayed at Heathrow for four hours finally got to JFK at 4 am, jumped in a taxi to LGA cancelling hotel reservations because it was a mute point, next flight was 6:30 am. Took a pseudo shower (or a typical NY/PR shower) in the men's restroom, met my BF's husband at LGA from there flew to Indy for race, flew back Monday AM - same routine but backtracked. All this just to watch M. Schumacker or whatever his name is win AGAIN and to see his McClaren lose AGAIN!! ) and to be overrun by large masses of the French at Morton's. Which he said was quite funny when watching a couple of the "good ol boys" talking F1 with the Frechmen vs. NASCAR.
So what do you think??
Yes, I'm being sucker-punched into going. I'm a NASCAR girl by birth (dad use to race dragsters. Don't know how much know about stockcar/dragsters racing but he raced many times against Shirley Muldowney), so this F1 ain't my cup of tea. But I feel bad because Glen would watch it all by himself and being the perfect wife
I can't let him do that. So I agreed with the best kind of dinner afterwards - RESERVATIONS baby!! RESERVATIONS!!
What time you leaving? I have no clue what time it starts. All I know is that I have to be at my husband's office by 5 pm. He works around the corner from Regent Street.