The untold story: After the outing Saturday that ended with Peanut's arrival, we all- me, Laurie, KC, Jessica, Peanut, and Shenan- went out to eat. Well, they ate. I had a full stomach and was looking only to add a little barley pop to it. Bagger Dave's was the opener, and I had a Yuengling, the younger girls had some margarita-ish thing that required the biting into a flower of some Chinese dandelion thing to make it taste better, and KC tried the "Silencer"- basically a modified Long Island with moonshine. Then KC ordered a sampler flight. Three of the local brews weren't too bad, but the fourth, an Amber ale, resisted any efforts to make it taste good, including cutting it with the other beers. It would wrestle them down and become something still worse each time.
Returning the non-alcoholic Laurie home to rest after her hard days work, we then took Peanut and Mom back to the Martin 2.0 mansion while we devised a plan for our own further debauchery. Without giving you the whole story, here's the highlights:
-Before leaving, a grandpa who will remain nameless left an air biscuit so powerful that the house had to be abandoned- with Peanut trapped inside...
- KC deciding to get a shot of some whiskey called 2 Gingers (actually a double shot at this place) that hammered him bad enough to slow his beer intake- leading us to tease him- leading him to plead, "Hey, I'm the one who has to drive"- leading Shenan and I to serenade him with "There's a tear in my beer"...
- Watching the Kentucky Derby, for which we had all picked horses back at Bagger Dave's. Laurie took Always Dreaming, who won the race. I took Thunder Snow. And what happened to Thundersnow?
A curious thing happened when the gun sounded to start the 143rd edition of the Kentucky Derby on Saturday — only 19 of the 20 horses decided to run. The straggler, an Irish-bred colt named Thunder Snow, decided to pretend it was a rodeo and attempt to buck his jockey off his back.
While at first spectators feared Thunder Snow may have sustained an injury, veterinarians later confirmed all was well. The UAE Derby winner simply appeared, despite his name, to want nothing to do with the muddy track.
Track vet said Thunder Snow was examined and had no sign of injuries.
That's right. I picked the DNF.
- Going back to the parking garage for the car, I managed to trip over a curb and fall flat on my face- about 15 yards from a cop sitting in his patrol car.
-Finishing the evening by regaling Laurie with apparently all the evening's exploits- despite telling myself in the morning that I was happy at least I had some stories to tell Laurie. The only thing I missed was the trolley-cycle full of Brewers fans pedalling through downtown yelling, "Cubs Suck!" at anyone who'd listen.
|A trolley cycle|
Now that that's done, how about some pictures?
|Scrappy dragging me back into the no-man's land just at the bend of the trail- he smells something important...|
|...OR another dead possum.|
|Three Jacks, together, I call them the Lennon Sisters.|
|I don't CARE if you wanna play the M10 for Mommy! It's time to WALK!|
|And here's PFW, always in favor of whatever it takes to kill off foliage and cause erosion|
|It WAS the cutest little Jack. Why is it leaning? Just before I could take the picture Scrappy WALKED on it. He's a real photobum!|
|The three leaves made it look like Jack's pulpit was the base of a cross. How cool...|
|Into the cool of the wood...|