Gumball was a completely new concept to me until last week when, on a quiet night out with the girls, I suddenly found myself in an alternate universe and actually truly living like a rockstar.
My first indication that I was not among average blokes? The 2 bottles of champagne that appeared at our table. The second was learning that it's £28k just to enter the race as a driver, £21k if you are the co-pilot. The third was an offer for the following night to have instant access to one of those oh-so-trendy London night clubs (you know, the ones you can only get in if you are a member or Ms. La Lohan herself).
It's only in London where a night like this is possible...and here we thought it was just another Thursday.
In the end, our night with the Gumball racers involved a lot of laughs. We drank the champagne but ultimately had to pass on the club. Tempting as it was, and they were lovely guys, a quick perusal of the photos on many of the racers websites let us learn it's a lifestyle that's a bit too surreal...a girl can only take so much alternate reality.
Good luck Gumball boys!
4 comments:
It was indeed a lot of fun - especially since it was unexpected.
Wonder what our next night could have been like... I guess the alternative location (read: pub) -without people eating sushi off of naked bodies- wasn’t a bad substitute.
Those guys look like fun dudes. I'd be honored just to be in their pit crew.
Didn't two Germans get killed in a kerash during Gumball yesterday?
Shaun - they did. Sadcakes.
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