The next 48 hours in a nutshell:
10am-12:00pm - Listen to The Lounge Show
12:00pm - make sure the last few bits of my costume are ready.
2:00pm - Do a few quick runthroughs of my dance
6:00pm - Shower, shave legs, do makeup, hair, etc.
7:45pm - Leave the house so I can make it the Louisiana Swamp Thing and Crawfish Festival by 8:15. I perform at 9. From the website: "Estimated attendance is 15,000.". Fat girl burlesque. 15,000 people.
Admiral_Pants is refusing to go because crawfish freak him out and he is convinced they will be force fed to him at the gate.
9:00-9:25 - Burlesque.
9:26 - Collect MAD burlesque money and go home.
8:30am - Wake up. Shower. Get lookin half way pretty.
9:30am - Leave the house so I can go to the bar to watch...
10am - Tottenham v. Reading. There are few joys in life better than watching your favourite sports team while getting drunk at 10am on a Sunday.
11:15am - Leave the bar about 20 minutes before the match is to end so I can join volivershagnasty and his friend Brian at ..
11:40: The MUTHA FUCKIN HORSE RACES!.
See, Wednesday night, as I was leaving Wayne's house, he mentioned he was thinking about going to the races on Sunday. I became wide eyed and giddy like someone had just offered me a free line of blow off a hookers ass.
"OH MY GOD! Do you mind if I go with you?". If I have one talent, it is inviting myself somewhere in a way that you can't say no, lest you break my heart.
Little known fact about me: I grew up at the horse track and around racing people. My great uncle on my dad's side (my dad's dad's brother), Harold owned race horses. Had a big ranch out in Sabinal. Also, if you grew up in San Antonio, you probably bowled at one of the bowling alleys he owned in town.
We'd go to Louisiana fairly often because my mom's brother lived there and because pari-mutuel betting was illegal in texas.
I got $5 a week for my allowance back in those days. First time I won at the races, I gave my dad $4 to bet for me. Exacta. I won like $30. I was 7.
Retama Park opened in San Antonio in 94 or 95. I was 16. My dad would pick me up from school every Friday and we'd go to the races. By this time, my allowance had been upped to $20. $2 would go to my purchase of a tipsheet. My dad still had to place my bets.
If I ever were to have a serious gambling problem, it would be from playing the ponies.
Oh, and my great uncle harold? Got arrested in the late early 90's after it was found he was transporting coke in the horse trailers.
oh, but I got side tracked
1:30 pm - Post time at Manor Downs.
2:30 pm - run out of money. Eat chips and salsa and drink water in the Turf Club
6pm - leave, shower, change and go to..
8pm - Stubbs to see White Ghost Shivers.
12am - come home. die.
10am-12:00pm - Listen to The Lounge Show
12:00pm - make sure the last few bits of my costume are ready.
2:00pm - Do a few quick runthroughs of my dance
6:00pm - Shower, shave legs, do makeup, hair, etc.
7:45pm - Leave the house so I can make it the Louisiana Swamp Thing and Crawfish Festival by 8:15. I perform at 9. From the website: "Estimated attendance is 15,000.". Fat girl burlesque. 15,000 people.
Admiral_Pants is refusing to go because crawfish freak him out and he is convinced they will be force fed to him at the gate.
9:00-9:25 - Burlesque.
9:26 - Collect MAD burlesque money and go home.
8:30am - Wake up. Shower. Get lookin half way pretty.
9:30am - Leave the house so I can go to the bar to watch...
10am - Tottenham v. Reading. There are few joys in life better than watching your favourite sports team while getting drunk at 10am on a Sunday.
11:15am - Leave the bar about 20 minutes before the match is to end so I can join volivershagnasty and his friend Brian at ..
11:40: The MUTHA FUCKIN HORSE RACES!.
See, Wednesday night, as I was leaving Wayne's house, he mentioned he was thinking about going to the races on Sunday. I became wide eyed and giddy like someone had just offered me a free line of blow off a hookers ass.
"OH MY GOD! Do you mind if I go with you?". If I have one talent, it is inviting myself somewhere in a way that you can't say no, lest you break my heart.
Little known fact about me: I grew up at the horse track and around racing people. My great uncle on my dad's side (my dad's dad's brother), Harold owned race horses. Had a big ranch out in Sabinal. Also, if you grew up in San Antonio, you probably bowled at one of the bowling alleys he owned in town.
We'd go to Louisiana fairly often because my mom's brother lived there and because pari-mutuel betting was illegal in texas.
I got $5 a week for my allowance back in those days. First time I won at the races, I gave my dad $4 to bet for me. Exacta. I won like $30. I was 7.
Retama Park opened in San Antonio in 94 or 95. I was 16. My dad would pick me up from school every Friday and we'd go to the races. By this time, my allowance had been upped to $20. $2 would go to my purchase of a tipsheet. My dad still had to place my bets.
If I ever were to have a serious gambling problem, it would be from playing the ponies.
Oh, and my great uncle harold? Got arrested in the late early 90's after it was found he was transporting coke in the horse trailers.
oh, but I got side tracked
1:30 pm - Post time at Manor Downs.
2:30 pm - run out of money. Eat chips and salsa and drink water in the Turf Club
6pm - leave, shower, change and go to..
8pm - Stubbs to see White Ghost Shivers.
12am - come home. die.
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Right now it's temporary...bitch needs some funding!
-TM