Kinda how I feel right now, hung over as all hell, stuck in the same clothes as yesterday and reeling from the pounding I took at the windows and on the strip last night.
I was pleasantly surprised with the quality of the nightlife here, however. Reminded me very much of the city in the variety of the bars and amount of people and the overall buzz.
Don't mean to sound sour, but that Whitney reeks of bullshit. Too many consistent horses (Flashy Bull, Papi Chullo, Magna Graduate) didn't run their races for me to fully buy it, although Lawyer Ron was certainly impressive.
AN OBSERVATIONAL, SELF-DEPRECATING, SOMETIMES UNCOMFORTABLE, BUT OCCASIONALLY INSIGHTFUL LOG OF A 20-YEAR-OLD CITY KID'S SARATOGA SUMMER
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Get some new clothes, dude! You stink! :D
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