Day Thirty-Nine. Off to the Races.
May 3, 2011 § Leave a comment
Please read this entry in your best Rome, GA styled Southern Drawl. This is how our friend Michelle and her mother speak, and it adds to the hilarity.
A few years ago, Patrick and I went to one of our friend Cooper’s art shows. We listened to his wife, Michelle and her parents as they told of this fantastic event in Rome, GA (from which they all hail) called the Atlanta Steeplechase. Apparently it is a big party centered around a day of horse racing, and held on this huge chunk of land by some prince of something. He has a massive tent on the top of a hill overlooking the course and the minions below. Also, Michelle’s mom told us how she had made 500 (five hundred!) jello shots that were all consumed. It sounded like a blast, and although Michelle and Cooper have invited us since, this year was the first time we actually attended.
Michelle’s parents and friends have a tent alongside the racetrack called “The Tack Room.” Each year they devise a theme for their rent and dress and decorate accordingly. This year, the theme was “Rehab is for Quitters.” Mugshots of Lindsey Lohan and Charlie Sheen peppered the walls of the tent along with giant pill bottles filled with candy that had hilarious drug titles and instructions. Even the centerpieces were made of bedpans. They went all out.
And it was quite a contradiction to some of the more stuffy, traditional tents and attendees. There were a lot of hats and more seersucker than a fraternity national conference. I didn’t get a picture, but there was a yuppie looking man in loafers and patterned pants who was wearing some sort of…half sweater, as Patrick called it. Like short sleeves and belly baring. Use your imagination.
We bet on the races within the confines of our food and booze laden tent. The names of the horses were changed to potty-humored ones, so we picked the reinvention that we liked the most and cheered for their number. We didn’t win, but the day wasn’t totally about the horses anyway.
We decided to walk around the track to see some of the other tents (none were half as fun) and crossed to the middle where the “common folk” watch the races. Well, maybe just the individual small groups and families who park their car and tailgate separate from the groups who had purchased a tent along the outside of the track. People were a little less dressed up there, and there were a couple amusement rides for the kids, a bungee bounce activity and a camel ride. A camel ride at the horse races.
When we returned to the Tack Room it was the anticipated jello shot time. I hadn’t done one since college. Michelle was a pro.
But Patrick and I had a rougher time. Or just me. But it didn’t stop me from having a couple more. Some were sort of like jigglers and the blue one was less formed. It slid down like an oyster.
We had to leave earlier than we’d have liked; Patrick had to work that night and I early the next morning. It was one of the most fun group adventures that I have had in awhile. Cooper and Michelle are hilarious and by the end of the day my cheeks were a little sore from all the laughing. It was like a giant tailgate, with horse races, and really fun people.
And for your amusement, here is a video of Patrick getting his “shot” from Michelle’s dad/crazy doctor: