howiemarx wrote:no longer in Louisville so i'm missing the derby madness. had my fill while i was there. love the town.
in louisville you can't escape it.
anywhere else and hardly a mention.

Tourists hit the Derby. True Louisvillians throw parties as far outside the Watterson as humanly possible. Fuck that, go outside the Snyder. I always used to party in Spencer County. WAY less buzzkill going home.

The true madness is always during Thunder Over Louisville. We used to try to get a spot along River Road but eventually started squatting on the Indiana side early.

FuzzBob wrote:

howiemarx wrote:no longer in Louisville so i'm missing the derby madness. had my fill while i was there. love the town.
in louisville you can't escape it.
anywhere else and hardly a mention.

Tourists hit the Derby. True Louisvillians throw parties as far outside the Watterson as humanly possible. Fuck that, go outside the Snyder. I always used to party in Spencer County. WAY less buzzkill going home.

The true madness is always during Thunder Over Louisville. We used to try to get a spot along River Road but eventually started squatting on the Indiana side early.

The best Derby parties, I believe, occur far outside the confines of the Bluegrass state in an attempt by expatriates to recreate a little bit of Kentucky and hip Yankees and other ne-er-do-wells to the graces of Southern culture..

I have yet to go to the derby, but I am thinking of taking in that Dead Child show.

Also, I hear Nick Lachey is in town. So that's something.

ben wrote:I have yet to go to the derby, but I am thinking of taking in that Dead Child show.

Also, I hear Nick Lachey is in town. So that's something.

I'm sure you'll meet him in the mosh pit at that Dead Child show.

and they say this year's derby is lacking star power.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:The best Derby parties, I believe, occur far outside the confines of the Bluegrass state in an attempt by expatriates to recreate a little bit of Kentucky and hip Yankees and other ne-er-do-wells to the graces of Southern culture..

Ha! This is exactly what a fellow Louisvillian/Kentuckian (?) of yours has invited me to here in Buenos Aires. We will putting your theory to the test, ...I believe I was told to prepare for 18 straight hours of debauchery, or, in your words, the "graces of Southern culture".
This will be my first Derby party.

Dr. O' Nothing wrote:Ha! This is exactly what a fellow Louisvillian/Kentuckian (?) of yours has invited me to here in Buenos Aires. We will putting your theory to the test, ...I believe I was told to prepare for 18 straight hours of debauchery, or, in your words, the "graces of Southern culture".
This will be my first Derby party.

I'm down!

Dr. O' Nothing wrote:

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:The best Derby parties, I believe, occur far outside the confines of the Bluegrass state in an attempt by expatriates to recreate a little bit of Kentucky and hip Yankees and other ne-er-do-wells to the graces of Southern culture..

Ha! This is exactly what a fellow Louisvillian/Kentuckian (?) of yours has invited me to here in Buenos Aires. We will putting your theory to the test, ...I believe I was told to prepare for 18 straight hours of debauchery, or, in your words, the "graces of Southern culture".
This will be my first Derby party.

If you truly want to replicate the experience of being at the Kentucky Derby infield, make sure that at some point a gnarly fifty-something biker chick is hoisted onto a porta-potty to bare her breasts. Preferably, she'll have tits that resemble something from which you'd squeeze icing onto a birthday cake.

It also doesn't hurt if some guy walks around for the entire party, shirtless, in an alcoholic stupor, a gigantic dildo protruding from the fly of his laced-up football shorts.

From there, just use your imagination to invent your own unfortgettable vignettes.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:If you truly want to replicate the experience of being at the Kentucky Derby infield, make sure that at some point a gnarly fifty-something biker chick is hoisted onto a porta-potty to bare her breasts. Preferably, she'll have tits that resemble something from which you'd squeeze icing onto a birthday cake.

It also doesn't hurt if some guy walks around for the entire party, shirtless, in an alcoholic stupor, a gigantic dildo protruding from the fly of his laced-up football shorts.

Check and check. Shouldn't be a problem.

The Kentucky Derby is decadent and depraved.

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