131

I have officially done all there is to do in Louisville. I went to the 131st Kentucky Derby today. If I had to describe the Derby in five words:

o Hot
o Drunkenness
o Boobies
o Crowded
o Expensive

Below are some pictures I took to capture the experience.

Here we were, walking through the tunnels to the infield...home of the poor, drunk, huddled masses yearning to be in box seats.

This was one hell of a crowd. It was apparently the second largest crowd ever.

The fabled spires/turrets/steeples of Churchill Downs. PS-as a bonus you get to see a guy with his shirt open and his glorious salt-n-pepper chest hairs on full display.

This was where I made my bets....my shitty, unlucky bets. Although I did find ten bucks on the ground when I went to buy the $3.00 bottles of water. So since Katie bought my ticket, I only bet $5.00, I paid $10.00 to park and ride at the fairgrounds, and I only bought one bottle of water...my total tab for the day was only $8.00.

Fashions were...ummm. interesting.

I knew that preppy came back in style, but whenever I see stuff this logoed, it totally makes me think of an old Judd Nelson movie Making the Grade.

Oh hey, you might want to see a horse too. You gotta love drunk people...they love to pose for pictures. Too bad it ended up on the internet asshole.

This was our little corner of the infield, marked by the pirate flag. We were also next door to the little makeshift detaining facility so we were surrounded by cops (military and civilian).

How many cops does it take to arrest one half drunk and probably half-baked guy who probably weighed about 135 pounds? All of them. You can see the arrested guy, he's the splash of red in the background. It was quite the hubbub, this picture is after it all calmed down. Katie suggested that we all start screaming "Police Brutality," like in Hairspray.

Okay, so how many cops does it take to switch out taking pictures of half naked girls and share them with one another? Just two. So much for the sanctity of the uniform.

This is what it looks to win and win large. I however didn't win shit, the horse I chose didn't even show.

Here we are leaving through the same tunnel we entered through. However, notice how freaking crowded it is now. We were squeezed in there so fucking tight, I couldn't guarantee that I didn't walk out of there impregnated.