Sunday, June 7, 2009

Life imitating art?

Yesterday felt more like a movie than my own life.

Had to wake up at 8:30 to have any chance of being ready for 9:30. I have other things to attend to while Brad is getting ready. Said times would be perfectly reasonable in a normal human sleep pattern, but that is something else about me that if you already know me well, are the odd hours we keep.

So first it was to Pimlico for the Belmont at 11 for the first race of the day. Which is about a half an hour ride so I had to have Brad awake for 9:30 because he much like the female of the species, takes about an hour to get ready. The joys of a tiny single bathroom renters delight, force me to have to wake up at 8:30 so that I can get all the things like taking the dogs out, feeding & putting down fresh water and putting everyone settled where they belong as well as going through last nights tornado and straightening up a little bit so I don't go nuts coming home to a crime scene.

When we first got there, it rather sucked ass. The club house is not as fun as one would think it sounds...but Brad discovered treasure when we went upstairs, for the first time since I have been here 6 years, and found the sports palace. The buffet in the sports palace consisted of a protein over load. BBQ pork sliders, (disgusting) sliders with carrot slaw (I think they were the cheapy frozen patties rather than fresh ground beef.) Roast beef with Au Jus, crab balls, some salmon sauce (Brad and I don't eat seafood) and buffalo wings with hot sauce. After the Belmont, which was the 11th race, we left. Sometimes we stay for the extra couple races afterwards but I was happy to leave at 7.

From there, we went home to let the dogs out and check movie times on the computer... to Brads uncles house and talked for a couple minutes before we went to the bar to meet up with his aunt and other uncle. This was around 9 by then and we had plans to catch a 10:50 showing of The Hangover.

After a few Miller 64's it was time to leave at 10:20. To the packed movie, back to the bar at 1 for 3 shots of Washington apples, and a fuzzy navel. To the diner shortly after two with Brads highly inebriated and amusing uncle, then home after we made sure he was home safely before we got home at 4.