The last few days

Apologies for not updating more this week, but we've been going out to dinner a lot, and I've been getting home late, and the lighting hasn't been quite right, and Wednesday night I had to take a leak, and uh..

Had a good day on Wednesday, but it was another one of those that would've been plenty more tubular had I not been getting a mutuel colonoscopy the previous week and a half. Hit the early double, the fourth through sixth pick three and the seventh through ninth pick three. In other words, if I had played the pick nine, I would've consoed.

The cash I made then was given back today and then some, however, when Alexandros could do no better than fourth in the fifth race. Might take a look at tomorrow's card later considering the exorbitant $101,000+ carryover, but can't guarantee that I'll be on my A-game, as I'm sick, my back hurts, I'm working a full day tomorrow, I'm an old man, I'm confused, I thought I paid for it, etc.

Thursday night was guys' night out, and saw a trip to the buffet at Saratoga Harness for me, Stever, Sonny, Richie, Matt, Donnie, Mike, John Tierney, Freddy from Centerplate and Paulie. The food was good, not great, but the dining room was a looker, especially classy considering the caliber of horses running outside of the glass.

Then on Friday came a jaunt to somewhere I've been meaning to go up here since last year, Leon's. A bunch of the Carolina Crew headed there for Sam's 22nd birthday, and again, the food was good, not great (there's a great Mexican place up the block from my house, so maybe I'm spoiled), but the waitress talent and prolific bar made up for any shortcoming in the cuisine aisle.

Tomorrow should be a fine mess, with folding chairs being the giveaway, which means not only will the "give me any free stuff you have" parasites be out in full force, but they'll be lounging in every nook and cranny of the already overcrowded weekend Saratoga racecourse. It's very possible that it gets to the point where you have to step on five or six old hags to reach the beer cooler on the other side of your picnic table.

Monday has the potential to be interesting, as I'm supposed to spend a few minutes with professional race caller and drinker Tom Durkin. See, a friend of a friend of my mom is friends with the voice of the Spa, and she told him that I was heavy into racing and had a little knack for calling races (at least hung over in my boxers in my basement), so I'm supposed to go chat with TD on Monday and maybe watch him call a race or two. No clue what the hell I'm gonna talk to him about, so if you have any messages for the guy, let me know.

I'm going to go back to trying to blast my sinuses out with more spicy chinese food, but will be back later with anything I can glean from tomorrow's card.