And...they're off!

Weekend before last, Blair, Ike + I went down to Hot Springs for a day at the races.  It was so good to be outside for hours like that.  I got to meet Blair's sweet parents and I won 'big' on a race (almost $17 on a $2 wager), so, you know, real big day.

I've got a pretty good wagering method which usually allows me to come out on top or at least break even, including drinks + food paid for.  It involves going to the carousel to peep the ponies to see which ones seem the craziest/most anxious.  Poopers are good, too.  From there, I make my bet,  and then I go outside to watch, whoop + holler.  The track was so jam-packed though that I didn't really have a chance of doing it 'my way', so I opted for good ol' Plan B, which is to pick horses by name.  I wish I could wager which horse would be dead last because I'm quite good at that.

I picked #2 because I love Chic and Nile Rodgers.  Last place, natch.

Here's my winning longshot:

And...they're off!

After the track, we went to Fat Jacks for po-boys + oysters on the half shell.  This restaurant is quite good, glad to have another option whilst in Hot Springs.

Blair, Ike:

Here's Ike eating a loser sandwich:

The next day was SVNDAY OF SOLITVDE.  After I went out and bought a new camera for our trip to Chicago + some groceries, I spent the entire day alone.  Watched loads of hockey, listened to music, and some other general fucking around.  I require a lot of alone time, so this isn't anything unusual, really.

Pretty song: