Sunday, May 2, 2010

who wants a double down? the kentucky oaks and derby in photos.

i know it's been a while (FINALS!) but this weekend was the beginning of the great graduation celebration:
heading to the oaks to kickoff to the weekend with jen and the td ameritrade gals! happy hats!

the oaks lily was the drink of the day: vodka, cosmo mix, sour mix. lollipop in a glass.

it was soooo windy we had to literally hold on to our hats.

check out the name of this philly! we had a field day with that one. too bad twelve pack did not come through for me on the track. that's $6 i'll never see again.

father-daughter betting tagteam.

after too many lilys jen and i were playing with the binoculars/my new sunglasses.

in true kentucky spirit we got picked up by our driver in the kfc parking lot, home of the now infamous "double down": bacon and cheese sandwiched between two pieces of fried chicken. needless to say i ate several over the course of the weekend.

derby day chic: it was POURING, but we did not let that stop us.

what a good looking group.

fun at the ice bar. christmas story anyone?

breakfast of champions in the suite: bloody marys that matched the color scheme for the day.

life long bros. this is what its all about.

having rain-free fun sans hats with our buddy the champagne bottle. we can only be expected to pose pretty for so long before we crack.

harry potter strategizing his bets. i did a british accent for a good five minutes after taking this pic.


as sucky as the weather was, it did have a few bright moments that we took full advantage of on the suite patio.


daddy's girl.

after everything was said and done, we ended up in our favorite place again.

kentucky probably still doesn't know what hit it.

2 comments:

tracey m. johnsen said...

BAHAHAHAA this is hilarity. LIES about you eating a double down. and i also immediately thought of HP when i saw that pic of dad-- right after i fell on the floor laughing from the ice luge photo. not sure hats are your thing? kidding, kidding. your's was cutiessss. bye.

tracey m. johnsen said...

also, you are not daddy's girl. there are two of us, if not three--sorry im not sorry michael?