My Old Kentucky Home

So. The Derby. That annual event where growing up we always had new Derby glasses every year to analyze over dinner. The last filly to win, the last Triple Crown winner (maybe it will be this year). People who aren't from Kentucky don't understand it. This year, I took a picnic to Keeneland with a few friends and bet a little bit of money, and just generally had a good time. I didn't go to Churchill Downs, infield for $40 and a Violent femmes concert, but eh. $9 for a mint Julep there, not that I had one at Keeneland either.

Its weird being back in Kentucky. The southerness, the running in to people I know... but its good to see old friends and to have that chance encounter with someone you haven't seen in ages. Or just to sit around Alixa's kitchen table till all hours of the night drinking tea. I got weirdly sentimental on the drive home this time, and stopped to go shopping.

Oh, I've missed Nick and Taylor... this dialogue, about a minute before the running of the Derby, about why I wasn't allowed to be at the Derby.
Where's your hat? Nick
Where's your sundress? And your high heels? Taylor
Where's your hat?! N
Where's your fake tan and your fake tits? T
And where's your hat! N
Where's your bad dye job and your vapid personality? T
And most importantly, where's your hat? N

This dialogue was later followed by someone tailing Nick really closely while he was driving, and Nick deciding to slow down, put his emergency lights on, and for Taylor to fake vomit out the window. Classy boys. I think they will be visiting me in Wisconsin this summer.


Oh, and Slither was amazing. I reccomend everyone go see it.

Someone want to determine my future plans for me? Grad School? Working? Being Abroad? Teach for America?