Labor Day weekend my husband and I went to the Baltimore Grand Prix. This is a street race and it is held in the middle of the city of Baltimore. They close off a large section of the downtown area and have a big party for this race. We had a great time and the weather was blistering hot, but they had the paddock (garages) in the convention center where it was air conditioned. It was so nice to be able to get out of the heat and into the paddock area to cool off and to see the Indy cars and their drivers.
Also in the convention center was an area for kids that had entertainment, go carts, those bouncy buildings and so on. Unfortunately the only way to get into the Paddock, that was closest to our hotel, was through the kid section, and that door was guarded by Air Dancers. Who in heavens name thought up this crazy device. I was dodging those silly things every day, three or four times a day.
They look innocent enough until you try to walk past them and out of the blue they would lose air, drop down and slap you in the head or the face. While I enjoyed watching other people getting hit and thought it was funny, I was scared to walk past them and it was like trying to walk through a gauntlet everyday.
I honesty think my husband got a bigger kick out of me walking through the Air Dancers than seeing the race cars. OK, maybe that`s a stretch, but he did enjoy it a little too much.
