It just doesn’t have the same ring as CuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUP! But, a horse race is a horse race. And drinking at a horse race is drinking at a horse race.
On the upside, Foxfield is only about 5 miles from town. Unlike its Carolina counterpart, I won’t have to be prepared for a 3 hour bus ride at a very early 7 on a Saturday morning.
As the excitement about the event grows, the high temperatures in the area have shrunk by about 10 degrees. Clouds have moved in. Optimistically, Accuweather forecasts Saturday to be “[m]ostly sunny; beautiful in the afternoon.” I’m calling for “cool with periodic showers and drunken tomfoolery.”
Since I’ll be occupied for the next few days, I’ll close with some unrelated closing remarks to tide you over. In no particular order:
Congress sucks. Whiny, entitlement driven Americans suck. Hangovers suck. And to steal a phrase from a rotund youngster from Colorado, “screw you guys, I’m going home.”
Wha Says:
How ’bout I yell “Fooooxxxx” and you then yell “Fieeeeeeeeeeld!”
Woohoo! I am DONE with law school tomorrow and I’ll be making my first trip to Charlottesville. And I don’t plan to see any horses.