spring meet at keeneland

i want to be there! nothing quite like horse racing to excuse getting all dressed up, drinking all day with friends, gambling, then wondering where that dd went. i have sat in the 'parking lot' (field) waiting forever trying to figure out the best way home ;)
ah to have a glorious saturday, one of those hot sunny april days that makes you almost wish the pools were open, help smooth over the memories of march madness, there is something else kentucky is good at, reminds you that summer is just around the corner, spend rest of the day once the races have finished, ear glued to cell phone, trying to organize other drunk people while tipsy, funny conversations those, nothing more stressful than thinking where to eat (so many good restaurants), where's the best patio thats open, keeping tabs on the buddy who won all that cash (come on, you're treating, right?), or seeing if i cant convince my parents (my mam always wins, only bets on names) to take me somewhere, ie le deauville, jonathons, merrick, dudleys . . . damnit making myself hungrey here
nighttime normally end up at cheapsides/rosebuds/mccarthys or running in between all three, in dangerously high shoes, but not feeling the pain, seeing people havent seen in years, grateful for once look halfway decent if a little overdressed. small talk: im sorry i couldnt find ya at keeneland it was so packed/you shoulda been there it was great/did you win any money? . . . . wanna buy me a drink?
eventually get to sleep, wake up with a bit of colour, ok more freckles, especially on my nose, only thing to do on a sunday after such a saturday is buy the sunday papers, head to mia's for brunch, do a full post-mortem on the day before's events, scandals and gossip, 'what happened to you?' 'who was that guy?' 'where did you end up?'
and thus sated, spend the rest of the day lazing around.
till the following weekend of course.