Derby Daze: Day Three
The wife had secured seating in the Triple Crown Room, so we headed up there into a nicely air conditioned room, assuaging my fears that I'd soon be sweating through the nice new linen suit we'd bought for this occasion. We settled in at our table, taking in the tables full of folks around us, as there was a lot of fashion to check out, and naturally hats galore. We got some cocktails, scouted out the various buffets located throughout the room to see what types of food were on offer and generally people-watched for a time as folks trailed by in their various finery and others in what could only be referred to as 'get-ups'. I snapped a couple pics here and there for posterity, a few of which I include here for your entertainment. The redhead up there looked cute until you realize her crazy outfit is being worn by a 40 year old woman rather than a 15 yr old girl., then it gets a bit silly.
The sounding of the horns indicated that another race was gearing up (maybe the 4th of the day?), so we eventually migrated outside to the little observation deck to see what it was all about. We caught the tail end of a race, then took in some more women fighting with short skirts and the wind while trying to keep their hats on, which is an interesting sport in and of itself.
We returned to the table to find that we'd gained some tablemates in our absence, a small group of Canadians. They're also 1st timers to the Derby and super friendly, which was a nice change of pace from the folks in the shuttle, so we hit it off with them pretty easily. It's also a relief to know that they'll also be there tomorrow, so we won't have to acclimate to another random group of assholes. We visited a bit, Morris and the wife bet on a few races, then we decided to watch one final race (the 8th maybe?) while finishing up our cocktails and heading back to the hotel via cab, as we'd already decided that the shuttle was probably going to be more of a pain than it was worth.
The cab got us back to the Seelbach with little hassle, our cabbie was a moonlighting bus driver who takes a week of personal time each year to drive a cab during the Derby to make extra cash, hwo we interviewed him enough to learn this I have no idea.
The wife caught a nap, I decided to lose the vest and tie, then head downstairs to the bar with Morris to continue our boozing a bit further. We chilled there and visited a bit, then I started trading DM's on Twitter with someone I'd hoped to meet while we were in his area, The Samurai, who is one of the two hosts from The Gentlemen's Guide To Midnite Cinema. We left that with me supposed to contact him once we got through with our dinner at The Brown Hotel, or more accurately The English Grill inside the hotel. We'd seen the place on the drive back to the Seelbach, so we hoofed it up the street to our dinner reservations.
The food at this place was amazing, though the 5 courses really packs it on, so by the time we'd finished up it was almost a tad ridiculous. We headed back to the hotel, where Morris played around on his phone while I started trying to nail down a meeting place to connect with Sammy. We eventually ended up meeting him at a halfway point where he grabs dinner on the way home from work, as he has a hellacious commute to deal with. The wife and I drove out to a Steak & Shake a few lights off I-65 where we met the man, then visited for about an hour or so while he had his dinner. I always dig meeting up with any of my interweb/blogging/Twitter/podcasting pals and this was no exception. The man proved to be as charming in person as he is on the show, and the wife was kind enough to snap a pic for us, the posting of which Sammy beat me to on Twitter. I also have to note that I am constantly dismayed at how balding I look in photographs, as I have a high hairline, but it's not going anywhere. I feel like I always photograph like I'm well on my way to looking like Ben Franklin, but it's not really the case. Weird.
We said our goodbyes (with Enrique Iglesias playing from the overhead speakers, it was quite a moment) and then the wife and I headed back to Louisville, where the complete clusterfuck downtown in front of the hotel eventually gave way slightly and let us get close enough to dump the Jeep off with a valet and head upstairs.
We fed the Yorkie one final little snack, the wife crashed out and I started in on this stuff.
I notice with alarm that while the time on the laptop tells me it's pushing 3:00 AM in the morning, it is in actuality almost 4:00 AM here in Kentucky, which could be bad for my day tomorrow.
I'm out kids.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Travel, Louisville, Kentuck Derby, Kentucky Oaks, Triple Crown Room, The Brown Hotel, The English Grill, Podcasts, The Gentlemens Guide To Midnite Cinema, Friends