I have always been fascinated with Kentucky Derby, the pageantry, the hats, the attires, the colors, the horses, the jockeys, the purse… so, I let run my fantasy of attending one on TV. So, I watch it religiously but I got one step closer to my dream this past weekend. I was invited to the Women’s Club Garden Party. Huh?! Yes, you heard me right, Garden Party.
I have no idea why I was invited, well my friend did me in as she was just looking for us to have fun because trust me I don’t garden, it has never been my cup of tea. I just don’t see the enjoyment on getting my hands dirty. I am all about indoor decor and nothing with the outside. I leave it to the experts. Yeah, there are the gloves but still, the thought of something crawly surfacing out of nowhere, just makes me quiver. However, those who do enjoy it, find it fascinating and relaxing. Hum, ok!
So, there I was celebrating anything and everything Kentucky Derby minus the horses, the jockeys, off course.
We put on our best hats, decked out in our best dresses, made the tastiest Hors d’œuvre, calories not included, oops discussed off course and there we were, mingling, conversing anything and everything garden. Oh boy! Cheers!
I run with my customary menu I hate lizards story, it suits me and it is true, those creatures of the world just make my skin quiver, took a few pictures and that was the end of it, I supposed.
There were the usual suspects, however, the contest for the best hat, best dresses and more but overall we had a beautiful and joyous Saturday afternoon. Yes that was the closest I came to Kentucky Derby mind you but I am still dreaming. It is on my bucket list. Kentucky, here I come!
Truth be told, it is not everyday I am jogging around my quiet neighborhood and spot two people fighting. Really it is not but truth also be told, it is no longer a cliché to come across two people fighting at any given day while walking down any street. It isn’t. It is the nature of the beast, it is the new reality, it is the new normal, what society has come to. So, it came as surprising to me when I came across these two gentlemen, not fighting but “fighting” as in boxing, exercising this morning. It does not matter where and how you do it but working out is the key, it does a body good. One businessman walking, a professional fighter by night, a trainer by day. A day in a life of a trainer and his student. Happy Monday!
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