The most wonderful time of year is upon us again: Derby time.
The festivities have begun. Hot air balloons have been flying. Corn-dogs have been coated in mustard. Funnel cakes have been dusted with sugar. Beer has been flowing from taps. People have put on their sassy shoes to party. The horses have started their racing.
Yes… the most wonderful time of year indeed.
I love it. I just love Louisville this time of year. With a Derby pin in my possession, it’s game on. I took Friday’s lunch with some lady friends from the office. The table was covered with ribbon fries, corn-dogs, funnel cake and a lamb gyro the size of my head. (I ate the whole thing too.) The sun was shining, the music was playing, the fryers were frying – it was a perfect lunch. Minus the food coma I settled into at 3pm and the four inches of sunburn I got on my arm. But overall, the afternoon gets an A.
Derby preparations carried over into Saturday night with opening night races at Churchill Downs with a slew of ladies. I hadn’t been to a night race yet so I was excited about this. Until I got inside and saw how many people were there. And how many of the ladies had skirts creeping up their backsides. And how many people were spilling liquid gold as they stumbled around. And how many people were blowing smoking into the air. And how many people brought their children into this den of sin.
It. Was. Nuts. Crazy. Insane. I don’t think I’m going back to another night race. I don’t do crowds well.
With ladies night behind me, I look forward to more Chow Wagon adventures and to the Annual Derby Party ala Alan. And with his new bride, Martha, taking the reigns with planning, it should be a fantastic party. I have all week to figure out what I want to wear, what food I’m going to take and to find my plastic jockey helmets. Come on Saturday – get here as fast you can!
Now all we have to do is make this rain go away and we can party in peace.