"Oh, Hell Yes"

I don't know much but I do know that when your best friend asks you if you wanna go to Monster Jam after work, you say, "Oh, Hell Yes".
I got a text from Kate last Friday inviting me to Monster Jam at the Dunkin' Donuts Center in Providence. She was "workin' it" and was able to get in for free...and, apparently, bring a friend at no charge.
We walked in a few minutes late and I instantly lost my hearing. We bee-lined for the closest vendor and Kate treated me to yellow foam earplugs. Perhaps the best $2 ever spent.
I followed her to the turn style and she showed her fancy dancy all-access pass and the woman waved us through with eyes that said, "What the hell are you doing here?"
We inserted our earplugs and walked past a crying child in the hallway and through the curtains to the most ridiculous place I've been in quite some time...okay, maybe it hasn't been that long. I was at Jacques Cabaret just a few weeks ago. That's another story for another time.
Anyways, the Dunk floor is covered in dirt, beat-up cars being used as ramps and MONSTER TRUCKS! The audience was mainly dads and their sons, who were just finishing up school vacation. Nothing says "Back To School" quite like an emergency audiology appointment on Saturday afternoon.
Everyone was there - Grave Digger, Monster Mutt, Eradicator, Backdraft, Crushstation.
Don't think for one second that the name "Crushstation" was lost on me. This truck was styled like a lobster with the yellow bands around it's claws. Totally awesome!
Anyways, about half way through Kate and I looked at each other and decided we would leave a bit early but it wasn't until we saw a woman in her mid-forties(?) go to the concourse and return wearing a Monster Mutt mesh hat with floppy, furry brown ears that we acted on that decision.
Kate: "Wanna go?"
Me: "Oh, hell yes!"