I spent the loveliest day today at the track. We won't have many days with weather like this--breezy, warm-- but not hot, perfect. I didn't win, but I felt good about contributing to the state's declining horse industry. Pure Bliss.
Only one thorn pierced the side of my Nirvana (well, two. Bad fashion. Everywhere.) The other was the cacophony of sound in my area. A family sat behind us and proceeded to make my mother and me wish for an elephant gun. Let me be clear. It's fine to cheer when one's horse is winning. Everybody does it. It's part of the experience. However, it is unnecessary to cackle and howl for the rest of the day. And don't tell me it's cultural. I've never heard my brother cackle. Not even once.
Finally, we moved. And the redneck sitting behind us began to hit. his seat. with his program. over and over and over. Even Dad glared at him. I thought I might get up and beat him with said seat. Because I don't think we have the Constitutional right to annoy others in our pursuit of happiness.
I need a drink. Deuces.
No comments:
Post a Comment