So last night, in addition to celebrating Cinco de Mayo (I am from Arizona, after all!), I watched the Derby, and got a mint julep from my friend and coworker, who happens to actually BE from Louisville. Who better to get a julep from, right?
Well, as I was sitting there at the roof bar, with some friends who happened to show up, an impromptu betting pool sprang to life. In the end, six of us threw in five bucks each, each picking one horse, with the understanding that whosever horse came in ahead of the others' horses, whether or not they actually won the race, would win the pool.
As a proud drunk, I couldn't resist, and immediately chose the horse named "I'll Have Another." What a great name! And relatively decent odds, too, at 13-1. Not that I know a damn thing about horses or horse racing...I don't. I just liked the name.
And for much of the race, it looked like my five bucks would join many of my football bets in leaving me for good. What's that about a fool and his money again? But somehow, out of nowhere, after not being mentioned by the announcers for the whole race, I'll Have Another actually WON. Not just the pool, but the whole damn race.
My first horse racing bet, and I won the damn thing. With a mint julep in my hand, made by a bartender from Louisville. What a great way to spend the Derby!
Ironically, while I know zip about horse racing, other than the fact that it's fun to watch, the aforementioned bartender from Louisville, who grew up with the Derby, always either working at a bar for it or attending it, picked a horse that came in DEAD LAST. Which even he found hysterically amusing.
Hope y'all had a great Cinco de Mayo/Kentucky Derby/Full Moon Party/random Saturday!
(I myself don't remember all that much after the taco eating contest....)
Well, as I was sitting there at the roof bar, with some friends who happened to show up, an impromptu betting pool sprang to life. In the end, six of us threw in five bucks each, each picking one horse, with the understanding that whosever horse came in ahead of the others' horses, whether or not they actually won the race, would win the pool.
As a proud drunk, I couldn't resist, and immediately chose the horse named "I'll Have Another." What a great name! And relatively decent odds, too, at 13-1. Not that I know a damn thing about horses or horse racing...I don't. I just liked the name.
And for much of the race, it looked like my five bucks would join many of my football bets in leaving me for good. What's that about a fool and his money again? But somehow, out of nowhere, after not being mentioned by the announcers for the whole race, I'll Have Another actually WON. Not just the pool, but the whole damn race.
My first horse racing bet, and I won the damn thing. With a mint julep in my hand, made by a bartender from Louisville. What a great way to spend the Derby!
Ironically, while I know zip about horse racing, other than the fact that it's fun to watch, the aforementioned bartender from Louisville, who grew up with the Derby, always either working at a bar for it or attending it, picked a horse that came in DEAD LAST. Which even he found hysterically amusing.
Hope y'all had a great Cinco de Mayo/Kentucky Derby/Full Moon Party/random Saturday!
(I myself don't remember all that much after the taco eating contest....)
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