Attended the B.C. Cup races on Monday. Me, Sonja and over 10,000 of our closest drinking buddies. People from Dope City, once a reserved lot, are partying like never before. There is a stoned confidence that has taken hold of the city in the aftermath of the Olympics. It is as if the city at last has an identity just about everybody is comfortable with. Dope City has become a place Hunter S. Thompson would eye with fear.
We got to the eastside track early. The track operators had been thoughtful enough to provide about a dozen extra kiosks to sell beer and coolers. The kiosks were all staffed by hot young women. We like our beer girls at the track. One day maybe the roller girls will come hang out along the rail. "What do you want?" I asked Sonja. She wanted a blueberry cooler. The crap they make these days. I bought her one and got myself a union made Canadian beer. My beer girl had the p-p-p-pointiest titties ever.
"Nice," I told her.
"Thanks," she giggled.
The racetrack is not all about horses.
As the crowd filled the stands and the apron in front of the race surface Sonja and I both noticed there were a lot of young people there. A lot of young people having one fuck of a good time. More young people than we have ever seen at the track before. There will be good days ahead for the historic pony palace if what we saw yesterday can be expanded upon.
The racing was good. I made a small profit. The beer was cold. The beergirls were beergirls. I do not ask for more on a holiday afternoon.
4 comments:
Was it the day of the weiner dog races? Get 'em while they're young shitty-beer-drinking hipsters and maybe they'll latch onto the coolers and horses later:-)
I was not there for the weiner dogs this year or last. People slurp that shit up. I hear the track had a huge crowd for this year's second running of the weiners. You have to give the people what they want, no matter how lame it is.
Rich Coleman, prominent Liberal parasite, was there. He was boo'd lustily just like every Liberal/Socred before him to wave insincerely to the cheap seats. Gotta love the east end.
Virginia's boy may have feared it.
But I'm not so sure about the loathing.
Especially given the beer hawkers.
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That would make me a beer hawker gawker.
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