I love a nice action-packed weekend. It seems to make them feel like they last longer. In that context, this past weekend could have been a month. Friday night was started with a little TFA mingling, and then dinner at JD's Smoke House in Canton. Saturday heated up with the Infield at Pimlico for the 136th Preakness. It rounded out with the Warrior Dash on Sunday, and that is an Epic Weekend.
Preakness:
The day started a little shaky. We had won four tickets to the infield and we bought four tickets to the infield. Only five of us were going, so that left 3 tickets. We spent a good 45 minutes walking to various locations that were pointed out to us by "staff" as Will Call. The final stop became the final stop only because, when we were pointed back to the first place we started 30 minutes earlier, the guy behind the window was tired of telling people just as much as I was tired of walking around. The result was four "Mug Club" tickets that included both entry and all you can drink beer. So, it was much worth it.
Next, I learned my lesson for trying to be a nice person. I still had three tickets. So, while the gents got their ID's checked for their tickets, I left to give away my three extra. I walked a few feet and overheard a guy asking about tickets being told they were sold out. I asked how many he needed. He said three... perfect! Have mine. Then the security guard decided to call the cops, for I was "scalping". I handed the guy the tickets and walked off. No arrests were made, and when they spotted me inside I got a Black-Eyed Susan out of the deal. I think that this cocktail might be one of my favorite things about Maryland so far. Turns out my ticket recipients, a guy, his girlfriend, and his mom came from Rhode Island to come and had no idea how hard it was to get tickets. They were really grateful. Good deed done (right in time for Rapture).
Then, of course there were the pass-outs, make-outs, the race (none of us made much money, although we all came close), and well.... just check the pictures.
Warrior Dash
Sunday was the Warrior Dash. Kim and I have been planning on this race, and by plan I mean we signed up for it, since January. I knew it would be tough and fun and it was. The race start was a bit slow but by the first half mile the crowd thinned through the trail and the obstacles and we crashed through the wall and into the dark, kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. In the end, I ended up 154 of 670, so not awesome, but not bad for my first race. I got real muddy, had a great time, and drank lots of beer while a band played songs from my high school days. Nice work, East Coast, nice work.
Warrior Dash
Preakness:
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| Cutest little drunk ambulance I ever have seen. |
Next, I learned my lesson for trying to be a nice person. I still had three tickets. So, while the gents got their ID's checked for their tickets, I left to give away my three extra. I walked a few feet and overheard a guy asking about tickets being told they were sold out. I asked how many he needed. He said three... perfect! Have mine. Then the security guard decided to call the cops, for I was "scalping". I handed the guy the tickets and walked off. No arrests were made, and when they spotted me inside I got a Black-Eyed Susan out of the deal. I think that this cocktail might be one of my favorite things about Maryland so far. Turns out my ticket recipients, a guy, his girlfriend, and his mom came from Rhode Island to come and had no idea how hard it was to get tickets. They were really grateful. Good deed done (right in time for Rapture).Then, of course there were the pass-outs, make-outs, the race (none of us made much money, although we all came close), and well.... just check the pictures.
Warrior DashSunday was the Warrior Dash. Kim and I have been planning on this race, and by plan I mean we signed up for it, since January. I knew it would be tough and fun and it was. The race start was a bit slow but by the first half mile the crowd thinned through the trail and the obstacles and we crashed through the wall and into the dark, kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. In the end, I ended up 154 of 670, so not awesome, but not bad for my first race. I got real muddy, had a great time, and drank lots of beer while a band played songs from my high school days. Nice work, East Coast, nice work.
Warrior Dash
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