A day at the races
Some of the guys tried to capture some of that Southern Gentleman at the Track feel, but [possessing] neither white suits nor bushy moustaches nor the knowledge of where to procure mint juleps, had settled on the rather more unsettling tactic of wearing gaudy Hawaiian shirts and unpocketing other affectations like cigarillos and straw hats. This had the net effect of making us look like the aftermath of some terrible cultural collision site, like a Tongan Airliner crashing into a Taco Bell in Chinatown.Head on over to Izzle Pfaff and have a good laugh with him. Inspired blogging.