Lola: I'm on a boat

Dear compadres - I apologize for being off the grid the past couple of days. I have enjoyed a few adventures but nothing that felt particularly blog-worthy. I did spend last evening at Captain's Quarters with family, including a handful or my country cousins who live on the family farm which straddles Nelson and LaRue counties. (Thank goodness we have no association with Clay County. Quelle horror!)

But I digress...I admit it has been some time since I enjoyed the evening scene at Captain's Quarters. Moreover, I love the vast array of humanity which can be observed, particularly on such a gorgeous night as last night was. I was even humbled to serve yet again as an ambassador of sorts to a yankee visitor from the great North (new york city.....) who approached my husband and me to ask if this was a fairly popular night spot. I told him that it had been awhile since I had been here, but based upon the great masses of people mixing and dancing and drinking, I assumed it still was. (I certainly didn't want to insult his intelligence too much in light of what would otherwise have been a quite obvious point.) He said he was only in Louisville for a couple of days on business with five other gentleman, but that every stereotype he had of coming to Kentucky had been wiped out this past weekend. (Now, I guess I should be used to the stereotype that is "Kentucky" - I have dealt with it a great deal throughout my life, even in college in Virginia, where fellow students seemed puzzled that I did not have an "accent.") I know he meant it as a compliment - that I should be grateful that one fewer yankee thinks that Kentuckians are toothless, meth-face bastards - but I was slighly nonplussed, so I smiled and wished him well in his business ventures, at which point, my husband and I wandered off along the waterfront.

It was along the waterfront that I saw that the whole big boat scene was in full force. Men with beer guts, wearing no shirts but lovely gold necklaces strutting their stuff for young, tan, bleached-blonde lovelies in inappropriate boating footwear. It was this scene that brought to mind one of the funniest SNL skits I have seen in some time: I'm on a Boat! So maybe New Yorkers and Kentuckians really do have something more in common than I realized.

Cheers, bebes!