My weekend was spent in Louisville at a little horse race. It rained a bit, which under normal circumstances could be disasterious. But I’ve found in my four years of Derbys that if you mix good friends and a little bit of bourbon under the roof of Churchill Downs, you’re guaranteed a good time.
So, rather than give you an extensive run down of my debauchery over the past few days, this blog will be a bit of a picture book with a few words thrown in for good measure.
…That I didn’t win,
and the next day, Derby Day, we woke up and did it all again.
But the lost bets, the ponchos, and the muddy track didn’t matter. I was with the best group of people there.
Happy Monday guys!