Oh my word, I love the Kentucky Derby. I love the pageantry, the horses, and naturally, the women in fabulous hats. Today for the first time, I even heard the Kentucky Derby anthem. I don't know what they were singing, mostly because I'm pretty sure that everyone there had had one too many mint juleps (Churchill Downs claims to have the strongest mint julep in the world).
For my horse this year, I chose Hard Spun (pictured above) based on many different things: the fact that it was a very pretty horse, the fact that the jockey was wearing red, the fact that the owner looked nice, and the fact that he was not blind in one eye like one of the other horses. Nick chose Sedgefield because he was 56-1 and if we had $1,000 to bet on that horse and he actually won, we would win $56,000. I think he was stupid to pick that horse because the name makes the horse sound English and no English prat horse can actually beat the hearty American horses.
It turns out that my pick was pretty darn good as he lead for the entire race...at least up until the last quarter of a mile. Nick had to leave to go to work before the race, so it was just me, leaning over the ottoman, yelling, "GO HARD SPUN! RUN SO FAST! GO, GO, GO!! SOOOOOO FAST!" As you can tell, I really don't know how to cheer for a horse race.
Hard Spun finished second, which I figure is still pretty good as he was going off at 9-1. Of course, I guess you don't get famous by finishing second. Instead, next week, no one will even remember his name. Everyone that is, except me.
To drown my sorrows (I mean, I DID watch the TV for at least a full 15 minutes and I was TOTALLY into it), I went out and got a pedicure. I chose the most hideous color of pink with which to garnish my nails. I'm protesting the fact that the second place horse gets jack squat. That is what ugly pink toenails always signify.
For my horse this year, I chose Hard Spun (pictured above) based on many different things: the fact that it was a very pretty horse, the fact that the jockey was wearing red, the fact that the owner looked nice, and the fact that he was not blind in one eye like one of the other horses. Nick chose Sedgefield because he was 56-1 and if we had $1,000 to bet on that horse and he actually won, we would win $56,000. I think he was stupid to pick that horse because the name makes the horse sound English and no English prat horse can actually beat the hearty American horses.
It turns out that my pick was pretty darn good as he lead for the entire race...at least up until the last quarter of a mile. Nick had to leave to go to work before the race, so it was just me, leaning over the ottoman, yelling, "GO HARD SPUN! RUN SO FAST! GO, GO, GO!! SOOOOOO FAST!" As you can tell, I really don't know how to cheer for a horse race.
Hard Spun finished second, which I figure is still pretty good as he was going off at 9-1. Of course, I guess you don't get famous by finishing second. Instead, next week, no one will even remember his name. Everyone that is, except me.
To drown my sorrows (I mean, I DID watch the TV for at least a full 15 minutes and I was TOTALLY into it), I went out and got a pedicure. I chose the most hideous color of pink with which to garnish my nails. I'm protesting the fact that the second place horse gets jack squat. That is what ugly pink toenails always signify.
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I think we need a picture of the ugly pink toenails, Erin...
I've already tried to take a picture but instead of pink, my toenails look orange. NOT NICE. The only color that is worse than pink toenails is orange toenails.
I bet brown wouldn't look so nice...
I would like brown as opposed to yellow. There was this hippie man who came in yesterday who had major toenail fungus and was wearing flip flops. NO, NO, NO!!!
He was also very upset because having to wait for his test results was interupting his busy schedule of consuming as much beer as one can in a single day. I'm not kidding. He actually went out to his truck, got a six pack, and brought it into the office. Glad to know that he would be driving himself home after the appointment was finished. It inspires confidence.
Oh, good heavens. It's all those drive-through liquor stores they have down there. I mean, REALLY, people! Let's not get the wrong idea!
When people read that last comment, they'll think that you're joking, but they REALLY DO have drive in liquor stores. There is one on my way to work. I have yet to stop there even though they have this sign for smoothies that always tempts me. Wonder what's in those smoothies...
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