We came. We watched. We drank. We're hung over.Kidding, in my particular case. Imbibing was not in the cards thanks to our 2 little spore spreaders. Once again they ID-ed some nauseated child at daycare, rubbed their hands all over him, and quickly ran home to me to complete their virus-transfer. Well, Saturday at 1 am, Mission Accomplished, kids. Fortunately, the take-down was temporary and I recovered enough for Sunday's Races. But I could only drink and eat vicariously through others.
Still, I wouldn't have missed it. Perched on that gently rolling steeplechase course, watching horses streak across the field and hanging out with friends and family.
Thankfully unlike the Preakness, BYOB is still alive and well at the Races. And for those not plagued by swine flu, there was plenty of food & drink to go around. A couple of our friends have a theme to their tailgate and this year's was no different.
...well, wild-west outlaws with a twist...
everyone got into the cowboy spirit...
And while races were being won in the home stretch...
...other contests were underway behind the scenes....
As always, it was a raucous, exhausting, deliciously fun day.
PS: Thanks to my assistant for all the candids...
