I know what a strange title for this entry. Hopefully by the end you'll understand why I was strollin' the aisles trying to not laugh out loud.
In the small city in which we live, there is this horse race. The one in the spring is where people get all decked out, have the big tents set up, bring all the tail-gate foods (and "other" beverages), are arrested for inappropriate behavior and *might* see a horse race or two, if they are lucky.
The ladies wear their newest spring dress, even if the weather is cold. Crazy if you ask me. The guys actually dress WORSE than the ladies. This is directly from my experience at Walmart today.
Picture this with me: a man (not a teenager and obviously not with any significant amount of wisdom or years on him) is wearing a PINK shirt and a YELLOW pair of pants. Then the next guy I see is wearing a BLUE shirt and a PINK pair of pants. Of course the one that was a few people behind me in check out had to cough - the hacking sounding - I'm gonna cough out a lung now cough. And does he think he's going to get better being outside in this weather - we are about ready to be drenched.
And I've already seen two pick up truck loads of "kids" going through the neighborhood on their way to the horse race.
Ya know in New York we didn't act this silly because of a horse race in the spring. Southerners!!!!!
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Saturday, March 28, 2009 - Untitled Comment
Now to show you some true southern heritage, you need to go to the Southern 500. My grandparents had a house right across the street from the race track until a couple of years ago. They used to do a contrast report on the local news breaking from the horse race to the car race. Yep. You haven't truly experienced all our southern charm until you've witnessed both.
Renee