October 29, 2009


Testicle Festival

No, no pictures. I was at Test Fest yesterday, out at Niagara-on-the-Lake. It's an annual week-long hoe-down where all the manufacturers put up all their cars in a bunch of categories for journalists to drive a)on a road test, and b) on a race track. Which is the air strip down Hwy 55.

It's an AJAC event (Automotive Journalists Association of Canada), so there are the meetings interspersed throughout, and the big bang Awards Banquet which was last night.

I was there as an invitee, which means doing all the fun stuff but not having to do the work. Drivers have to drive every car in at least 3(I think) classes, which takes literally days. As best as I can tell. I was in the tent where the food was. For the part where I wasn't in a big snazzy motorhome with the Jaguar people. It was drizzling and rainy and muddy and horrible weather-wise. It was much fun all the other way wises.

The banquet was quite lovely, with the only misbehaviour coming from a large table near the centre that had Reserved for Toronto Star on it. Figures.

Anyway. I got about 2 hours sleep (I sleep like crap in hotels) and I'm tired and crabby so this is your blog. Oh, and the title (which Roz came up with all on her own, actually, though it turns out it's always been called that) denotes the certain masculine air that can infiltrate a bunch of mainly men slamming new cars around a track and showing off. The words 'Sausage Fest' also drifted past my ears more than once.

Read the Star for the lowdown and highlights. I'll link more on the weekend.

12 Comments:

Anonymous CN said...

All things considered near the heart of wine country, I hope they had good wine on those tables.

October 29, 2009 8:26 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Hah! Christine, the wine was excellent. And with Pirelli sponsoring the pre-banquet booze up, they were pouring glasses as big as my head.

It was heartbreaking;)

October 29, 2009 8:28 PM  
Blogger DJW said...

I want your job!

DJW

October 30, 2009 9:37 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Everyone wants my job, DJ. That's why I have a foot taster.

October 30, 2009 11:35 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

I'm still trying to figure out if that's a typo... I have headache so things are a little fuzzy.

October 30, 2009 1:09 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Never been a fetish that had any appeal...

October 30, 2009 1:09 PM  
Blogger DJW said...

Foot taster?

Would that be the Poor Sod?

October 30, 2009 4:11 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

God, I didn't even see that. I'm so fricking tired.

FOOD!!!

October 30, 2009 4:14 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

You do realize that with some luck (and prodding of Roz), The Poor Sod may well have a new name; arise, Sir Foot Taster!

October 30, 2009 5:07 PM  
Blogger DJW said...

I'm still working on a comment regarding putting one's foot in one's mouth.

Anyone care to help me with that?

Anyone?

Bueller?

October 30, 2009 9:51 PM  
Anonymous CN said...

Well Lorraine, I had a wine glass that held a whole 750 ml bottle (of course it got broken) somewhere along the line. Very convenient because you didn't have to get up for refills.
But a glass as big as your head? Now that's a big glass of wine!

:) Cheers

October 31, 2009 12:54 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Closest wine glass I have seen in recent memory that may come close may be seen at http://thewineladies.com/
These large glasses have become their marque of distinction...

October 31, 2009 8:06 AM  

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