DramaGirl, Turbo & friend, waiting for the winning horse to run by.
We had a very good time. When we first arrived, i ran into Meg! We hugged. I have no idea how she spotted me. There were a ton of people there.
Walter and I eventually managed to place one really good bet that resulted in winning enough money so that we came close to breaking even. Unfortunately, it wasn't in this race
I made $2 show bets on the 3* and the 5 horses. Unfortunately those horses ran like Betty and I do and finished at the back of the field. "Cindy" first and Betty right behind her...
After the race, the B52s were in concert in the infield. I LOVE the B52s and have since Rock Lobster. I may have been their only fan in Reno at that time... To say the least I was really, really excited to see them.
What I hadn't really considered when I decided to take the kids to a concert was the, well... The cloud of smoke that emerged around us as the concert started. Some of the conversation went like this:
DG: MOM! What is that smell? Is it from the horses?
Turbo (who has an explanation for everything)...yeah. The cigarette smell must be mixing with the manure.
DG: (later...and with a certain amount of accusation) Mom. That is NOT "regular" cigarette smoke is it?
Me: (not one to lie in the face of the obvious) No sweetie, it's not
Yes, it was a very educational experience, for all...
Saturday morning Mik, Elsie and I met up for our first heffer bike ride since April! Wow...had it really been that long since I'd ridden? Would I still know how? More importantly, would my tires be ok? (I have a history of flat tire episodes) and even more importantly. Would I still be able to clip out of the pedals and not fall over, like a tree...(timberrrrrrrrrrrr).
The short answers are:
Yes, yes, yes, and no.
Still, we rode about 25 miles on what we call The Five Cities Tour. We start in San Diego, on the Bay.
Chula Vista (Mik and Elsie did NOT suddenly become Smurfs, something weird happened to the exposure on my iPhone camera)
In the interest of fairness, one more Smurf shot that includes me. Best comment of the day came from Elsie at this point. She had left her bike shorts at the BFs place, so she rode the whole way in regular Capri-length running bottoms. She noted that she understood why Lance Armstrong got testicular cancer... Something she called "environmental insult."
Unfortunately, I didn't take any shots in Imperial Beach. You'll just have to take my word for it that we were there.
On the Ferry, from Coronado back to San Diego,
On Sunday, Walter and I ran 4.75 miles at Lake BP in about 50 minutes.
And since the sun finally came out this week and since DG and turbo go back to school later this week. We came to the beach today...my first trip here this summer.
Turbo, taking a reading break.
*As many of you know, Alice is a pseudonym. Here's a subtle hint about my real name.
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