It felt so strange not to blog yesterday.
I don't think I even opened my reader!
I didn't intend to unplug. I planned to post at work. (Shh.)
Yesterday was the running of the Kentucky Oaks. (It's like the Christmas Eve of the Kentucky Derby.)
Point being: we are usually super slowspice at work.
What actually happened: the bank was as busy as a moderately attractive hooker on a popular corner.
There was a record crowd at Churchill Downs yesterday: blue skies, perfect 80 degree weather with wind... it was the most beautiful day. (I know it was a beautiful day because the bank has windows.)
(No. I'm not bitter that I had to work. Not at all.)
So, today is Kentucky Derby 136. Because God hates gambling, the sublime Louisville weather from yesterday has transformed into buckets of rain. If you're betting on the race, bet on a horse that can run on a sloppy track -- we call 'em mudders.
I won't be going to the Derby. I may not even go to a derby party. Today is the kind of day when curling up in bed with a book and something hot to drink sounds like the best laid plan.
(Of course, I have to go work at the bank for a few hours first.)
What I'll probably do, when I get back home, is sit on the couch with a bag of chips and watch very nervous local news reporters interview the celebrities who are in town for the big horsey race.
Next, I think I'll take a nap. Finally, I'll wake up and watch the most exciting two minutes in sports!
I don't think I even opened my reader!
I didn't intend to unplug. I planned to post at work. (Shh.)
Yesterday was the running of the Kentucky Oaks. (It's like the Christmas Eve of the Kentucky Derby.)
Point being: we are usually super slowspice at work.
What actually happened: the bank was as busy as a moderately attractive hooker on a popular corner.
There was a record crowd at Churchill Downs yesterday: blue skies, perfect 80 degree weather with wind... it was the most beautiful day. (I know it was a beautiful day because the bank has windows.)
(No. I'm not bitter that I had to work. Not at all.)
So, today is Kentucky Derby 136. Because God hates gambling, the sublime Louisville weather from yesterday has transformed into buckets of rain. If you're betting on the race, bet on a horse that can run on a sloppy track -- we call 'em mudders.
I won't be going to the Derby. I may not even go to a derby party. Today is the kind of day when curling up in bed with a book and something hot to drink sounds like the best laid plan.
(Of course, I have to go work at the bank for a few hours first.)
What I'll probably do, when I get back home, is sit on the couch with a bag of chips and watch very nervous local news reporters interview the celebrities who are in town for the big horsey race.
Next, I think I'll take a nap. Finally, I'll wake up and watch the most exciting two minutes in sports!
Comments
Probably akin to the reaction of the woman to whom I lost my innocence.
I'll be the one watching the derby behind the bar and crying like 2 years ago when the horse fell and had to be put down. : (
My mind can't help but wander at that statement... sorry