Hello darling readers,
It's been a busy month with many distractions. I just got home from the dermatologist who had the gall to ask me why I was so sunburned.
"Do you wear sunblock?" Her accusatory eyebrow arched heavenward above her mask.
I'm like, "Listen, I sleep with sunblock on my face. But yesterday I forgot to block up my chest and arms before going to the Weiner dog races at Canterbury Park. I hadn't been to the horse track before and underestimated how much time I'd spend at the rail cheering for the puppies and horses."
"Weiner dog races?" she asked, now interested in something other than my stupidity of showing up at the derm office with a raging sunburn.
I explained. (Here's a sample video of what this type of epic event looks like). And while she sliced a chunk of skin off my arm, I'm certain I further impressed her when I told her I won the daily double.
Horseracing. Who knew? My dear friend Penelope was also in attendance and thoroughly embarrassed herself while we stood in line for a beer exclaiming her shock that there were stats on each race covering the vital pertinents about each horse, owner, jockey etc. I tsk-tsked those around us who gaped while listening into our conversation explaining that Penelope's last virgin moment should be met with awe).
It was a great day. I can still hear the exciting notes of the bugler signaling the race was about to begin. After that, the horses would enter the gates, the bell would ring and the announcer would roar, "And they're off!"
It was thrilling. I'm definitely going back, but this time with a hat!