May 04, 2010

Of Mud and Bourbon


Well, I survived my first trip to the Kentucky Derby!

"Later Friday afternoon, we went out on the balcony of the press box and I tried to describe the difference between what we were seeing today and what would be happening tomorrow. This was the first time I'd been to a Derby in ten years, but before that, when I lived in Louisville, I used to go every year. Now, looking down from the press box, I pointed to the huge grassy meadow enclosed by the track. 'That whole thing,' I said, 'will be jammed with people; fifty thousand or so, and most of them staggering drunk. It's a fantastic scene--thousands of people fainting, crying, copulating, trampling each other and fighting with broken whiskey bottles. We'll have to spend some time out there, but it's hard to move around, too many bodies.'
'Is it safe out there?' Will we ever come back?'
'Sure," I said. 'We'll just have to be careful not to step on anybody's stomach and start a fight.' I shrugged."
--from The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved by Hunter S. Thompson

Posted by Drew at May 4, 2010 12:17 AM
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