Kentucky Derby 2012

As I've said a few times, I went to the Kentucky Derby this year.

It was the second time I've been - bossman gave me tickets 2 or 3 years ago - 

but this was my first Derby with my Daddy.

And it was my first trip to the infamous Infield.

This town gets down during Derby time.

We have a huge fireworks show to kick off two weeks of partying, 

and by the time Derby day itself, the first Saturday in May, rolls around,

the locals are filling up my Facebook feed with things like,

"One more day and this town can get back to normal."

 I like the partying, though.

Even if I rarely participate in any of it,

I love the atmosphere of excitement and fun, 

and I love that people from all over come to our city

and see all the awesome we have to offer.

Daddy says his favorite thing about the Derby 

is all the beautiful women in pretty dresses.

The men dress pretty well, too.

The neighborhood near Churchill Downs isn't high dollar real estate;

in fact, it's maybe a little on the rough side.

But that neighborhood rocks out Derby week.

Every house has someone standing in front with a sign that says 

"PARK HERE! $10"

Or $20, or $40, depending on how close you are to the track.

The 'hood becomes a block party -

everyone is grilling out 

(and entrepreneurs are selling hot dogs and burgers and bottled water),

music is blaring,

rednecks and hoodrats in chinos and polos driving golf carts and offering rides to the pretty rich folk who'd never intentionally come into this neighborhood after dark or during off-season.

I should've taken pictures of that.  THAT was the real Derby.

Oh well, these mostly-what-you'd-expect shots will have to do.  

Daddy met us at the house early Saturday morning, 

just as I pulled a hashbrown casserole from the oven.

I made smoothies, too.

We found close parking for $10, 

then caught a golf cart to the Infield gate.

(I almost left our admission tickets in the car.  

Having to go back for them would've been the ultimate walk of shame.)

In our own golf cart chariot.  An excellent shot of the back of my Daddy's head.

Approaching the Infield entrance gate.  At this point, everything's still fine.  No indication that anything is amiss.

Wait a second.

Wait just a minute.  Is that the line?

Dude in the middle there?  Preachin' 'bout Jesus.

At this point, Daddy's about to lose his shit.

He's doing that helpless hands-in-the-air shrug he does when he's frustrated,

and gesturing toward the crowd with a look of shocked disbelief.

"It'll take HOURS to get through this."

The line wasn't moving.  

At all.

See, this is the only entrance through which you can take chairs and coolers and the like.

Everything - EVERYTHING - has to be searched 

to make sure you're not trying to blow the place up

or drink without paying the track tax.

So I said, "Fuck this.  We don't have chairs or a cooler.  Let's walk around to the main entrance."

So we did.

No lines here!  Just walk right up, walk right in.

Security "checked" my purse - 

I held it open and he stuck a wooden skewer into it for one swipe and waved me on.

I really should've packed a flask.

These guys were my first favorites of the day.
I don't know it for a fact,
but I'd bet $100 that they had those suits tailor made.
They fit them like gloves.
One day, I too will be awesome enough to wear something outrageous in public.

Jefferson County's Smoking Ban applies to all bars and restaurants and public venues in the county...
Except Churchill Downs.  Smoke it up, Ladies and Gents!

You get to the infield through a giant tunnel that runs under the racetrack.
I asked Daddy,
"This isn't going to be like that tunnel scene in The Stand, is it?"

Notice how they're all facing the same direction? 
They're not facing the racetrack.

These people too.  They've positioned themselves where they are very purposefully.

So they can see the board, of course.

That's the track, through those fences and girls there.

Hey look!  I saw a horse! 
Lots of locals go to Derby and never see a horse, so I felt I was doing pretty good.

Derby is like camping, but with less fire and booze. 
There's still booze,
but at $9 for a beer or mint julep, there's not booze like you'd see around a campfire.

Daddy's friends brought their transistor radio to listen to the commentary.
Blast from the past!

Place your bets, folks!

It was hot and humid and expensive out there, so we only planned to stay for a few hours, beat the rush getting out, and be home in time to watch the big race on TV.

This was the crowd 4 hours before the main race, 

when I was trying to place my Derby bets before we headed home.

There are no chairs at the Derby unless you bring your own. 
Plan to pull up a piece of pavement.

We got lost in the college party section on our way out.
I smelled dope out there!

This was 4 hours after we'd by-passed the Infield entrance gate.
These people are just coming in from that line. 

And we all lived happily ever after.  

(And I won $52.60 when 2 of the 7 horses I bet placed first and second in the actual Kentucky Derby.

First time I've ever cashed a winning ticket.  YAY!)

I never blog anymore.

I went to the Kentucky Derby last weekend.  I did.  I have pictures and video, too.  One of these days, I'll transfer that stuff from camera to computer to here, but probably not today.

My Daddy turned 60 yesterday.  We're having his birthday dinner tonight.  Italian.  After boot camp, so I can eat my weight in pasta. 

I spend a lot of time thinking "one of these days, i'll..." and then I never take the next step and actually DO.  I'm gonna stop that.  Which "that", I'm not sure yet.

There's a lot in my head, but it's mostly work stuff that I'm trying to not forget about between now and the time I get back to work.  The crazy's pretty quiet these days.  Nice change. 

Rainbows and Sunshine

I don't have the right words to express the happy I feel today.

Yesterday, one of my favorite people learned that she's going to have a baby.  (I'm not sure who she's telling just yet, so for now, I'm not naming names.)  I'm overjoyed for her - in the purest way, I'm so glad that her dream is coming true.

Yesterday, I knew I had to go see my brother.  I didn't want to, and I almost didn't, but at the last minute I knew it was something I had to do.  So I did.  He wasn't expecting me; I thought Momma had told him I was coming, which was part of the reason I felt like I had to do it - I didn't want to disappoint him.  He said he'd had a bad day so far, and he was really glad I came, because it made the whole day brighter.  He said when he was high, he'd look at me and see my job and my car and my home and my relationship and he'd think "she only wants to be around me so I can see she's better than me".  It makes me cry just to type those words.  I love my brother so much; he knows that when he's sober.  He hates himself so much when he's high that he can't believe anyone would ever love him. But he knows he's loved right now.

Yesterday, Jimi and I woke up happy and in love and the feelings carried throughout the day, without me being an unnecessary grump or bitch even once!

Today, we woke up happy and in love again.

Today, I've made biscuits from scratch to marry up with Jimi's sausage gravy.  I've washed several loads of laundry, baked a cake, marinated chicken breasts.

Today, I polished my finger- and toenails.  Hot pink.  I dig it.  I don't think there's been polish on my nails in 3 years, maybe longer. My fingernails will forever be stubs because I can't keep them out of my mouth, and I'm just not enough of a girly girl to bother with my toes.  Maybe I should work on that.  I feel pretty.

Today, we took the dog for a walk.  It was raining, but we did it anyhow.  

Today, I changed the sheets on the bed.

Today, my world is full of rainbows and sunshine, even if it is 62 degrees and rainy outside. There is love and happiness and promise for the future.

Spring 2011: DURING

  It's SO GREEN!!!

 

Our garage needs some TLC.

On their way to the Derby. 

I wish we'd driven closer to the track and found a spot to stop and watch the people.  

There's so much good people watching to be done on Derby Day.  

 Not far from the University of Louisville's campus, there's this memorial statue in the center of an intersection.  It was built in honor of Claudia Wadlington and Riley Lawrence, two little girls who were killed when a driver, fleeing the police, plowed into them as they were crossing the street with Claudia's mother to go get a Happy Meal.  Today the little girls in the statue have their Derby/Easter hats on and a pony to dance with.  

My roses haven't died yet.  In fact, they're blooming beautifully.  

Spring has sprung.