Ok, I survived. This years Derby was something I hadnt expected due to the weather forecast. I had decided, at the last minute might I add, to cook some food on the grill for the family, invite a few friends over and watch the people that would gamble on both the rain and the horses. Little did I know I was in for a treat. My friends and I walked up to a local grocery to get some things that were still needed for our cookout when I noticed a younger gentlemen standing on the corner, waiting to cross. He was dressed, well, a bit conservative, yet was a blast to talk to. We never got to ask him his name, just where he was from, Lexington, but he walked along side of us until we reached our house, we went our way, Lex went his.....then....he showed back up, with two friends, which I call Harry and Barry. These three guys are probably the most charismatic gentlemen Ive ever met at Derby. Ive been in the middle of that mess for nine years and they were the most personable guys you could ever meet. Now, they were drunk, BUT, that doesnt take away from the fact that they were hilarious.......yes it does, Im lying.
Anywho, above is the picture I took of the three with my bud Ken. The guy on the right, "Harry" had his collar popped on his JACKET, his tie was almost strangling him, and he had not handkerchief in his pocket. I had to save him, I had to help him get some ass that night, I couldnt allow such a nice guy to proceed down 3rd Street with looking that way. I unpopped his collar, loosened his tie and folded paper towel into a triangle, tucked it in his pocket and told him he was guaranteed some ass that night.
We never got their real names, who knows if they will accept the invite I offered for them to come back each year, but if you guys are out there, you made our Derby.
Here's to you guys, Lex, Harry and Barry, hope to see you guys next year!
