M.I.A.
Posted on May 2, 2008
Filed Under suburban joys, snark, cheer, parties, bourbon |
It’s Friday and the reason I’m not here writing sensual poems with unhappy endings is because I’ve gone to the gym to dash off a quick three miles and hurl myself through the Nautilus circuit so I can be in G’s classroom by 10:30 where I will volunteer to be her teacher’s punching bag for an hour, helping Her-Divine-Fussiness make sure the children arrange all their worksheets in their homework folders with nary a dog-eared corner. (Seriously, last week, she made me go around the room and check that all papers were properly aligned in the binders to avoid unnecessary creasing.)
And then it’s home again to begin preparing for Saturday’s Derby gathering. It’s a simple menu of bourbon, lard and coconut but there is some do-ahead required not to mention the requisite house cleaning, rose purchasing and mashing of the mint leaves for Julep consumption.
Go Z Humor and Monba and Pyro and Smooth Air and Big Brown. Run your tails off while I drink my face off and please don’t stumble, I hate to see a horse fall. Leave the blundering and banging into things to me and my intoxicated guests.
Happy Friday everyone, Happy Weekend too.
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Friday is my day to volunteer for such duties too.
Now — for the real fun!!! How exciting to hose a party at your house with Mint Julep’s… this is an awesome event that doesn’t get much attraction up here, only just a few hundred miles away from the event. Have a blast.
sleep. Get some sleep and relax, friend
Have a mint julep for me, since I’ve never tried one. It’s on my list to try, though.
Have a great weekend!
Mmm, bourbon.
Same to you Cce. Same to you. I’m raising my mojito glass (’cause I’m Latin and this is the closest we Latin Americans come to your mint julep) in virtual toast and hope the horse running ends with your champion of choice as the winner. See you Monday - same time, same place, same bat channel.
Oh, now that I know you host a Derby party, I REALLY like you.
It has been said that hippotherapy, (which is when a therapist uses the horse’s movement to provide carefully graded sensory input) when used with mint julep administered intravenously–can cure any ailment known to man. Have a blast.
We also hosted some intoxication last night, just because it was friday…and not in honor of any Equus caballus.
note to self: must research cultured reasons to get plastered.
The agony and the ecstasy: Eight Belles and Big Brown. Geeze, I love horses. I used to ride them a lot until I read Gulliver’s Travels. Since then I look at them differently. But it’s still an ambition of mine to own a horse.
p.s. how’s come I got bounced from your blog roll??? Just asking…
What a sad finish to yesterday’s race…and here I was making light of the possibility of falling on my face after too many juleps. How does that happen, one horse, all by herself slowing down after a hard, fast race? Chilling.
I read somewhere not too long ago that there is something about their ankles that makes them prone to this kind of accident. It is heartbreaking.
You are a funny girl. I will excuse the absence of the sensual poem with the unhappy ending just this once.
Happy Friday to you, too. Hope all went as hoped.