After the racing we went to Hooters for some drinks. I think this was the second time in my life that I've been to Hooters (the last time being when I went to the nascar thing before). I'd assumed they'd have a full bar but all they had was beer, wine and frozen margaritas. Several of the guys didn't want their significant others to find out that they'd been to Hooters. It seems like something worth hiding should be more enjoyable than that. (I think the only really redeeming part of Hooters is that it amuses me when it reminds me of Raisins.
Picked up some Lime Pepsi at Target tonight with monstersocks to help prove that I'll buy any silly new soft drink they make. Haven't tried it yet.