Killer Kentucky Derby Party
Minty Julepy goodness.
Woooo. Sorry for the lack of updates. I've just been really busy (read that as drunk) from Saturday's festivities.
I was invited to attend a Kentucky Derby Party, courtesy of Peter. There was a little bit of wagering at the party to pick the winner of the Derby. Everybody who participated could choose 3 horses who would win it. The winner was Giacomo (pictured,) a 60 to 1 longshot. Amazingly four people at the party picked that horse to win it. Then again, most people at the party, myself included, do not know the first thing about horse racing. Those who picked Giacomo probably just chose him as a "Hail Mary" third pick. However the race itself was not the main focus of the party, but merely an excuse to get together with fine food and drink.
There was so much incredible food that was served. Even though all of it was good, my personal favourite was the smoked pork brisket, courtesy of Peter. Honestly, it was better than anything served in a restaurant that specializes in barbecue.
The real treat of the party was the famed Mint Julep bong (Mint Julep is the official drink of the Derby.) Picture a water cooler filled with mint infused bourbon. A lot of bourbon. A whole whack of bourbon. This cooler held about 30 liters of Mint Julep with 24 of those liters being bourbon. To put that into perspective that's 800 shots of booze. Each serving of Julep had, I would guess, about 3 to 4 shots of bourbon. Yowza!
Surprisingly the booze was almost gone by about six o'clock that evening, (the party started at one,) which is around the time I had to unfortunately leave. Even more surprisingly is that nobody passed out, as far as I know, because I got the impression that every previous Derby party, somebody goes overboard on the Juleps. I am glad to say that I did not pass out even though I consumed around four of the minty fire water drinks.
All in all it was an incredibly fun party, thanks again for the invite, Pete!
UPDATE: Peter did manage to pass out. He told me he is almost certain he was on his feet around 9:30PM. Another co-worker, MrZebra, also passed out from a bourbon overdose and missed his bus stop for his ride home. He wound up walking from the route's end of the line to his house (an hour away) because he figured that if he stayed on the bus on the way back, he'd pass out again. Being on his feet forced him to stay awake long enough to
walk stumble home.
The lesson, kids? Don't drink and drive! You may miss your bus stop and it may take you an hour on foot to get home, but you will arrive home safe.