I might be going to the Derby tomorrow, and if you don’t know that the Derby refers to the Kentucky Derby then you probably can’t say Louisville correctly either. Queen Elizabeth will be there, so it will be a meeting of the monarchs, the Queen and the PastaQueen! I lived in Louisville for 8 years, but I never once went to the derby, which is a bit odd. I’m like a New Yorker who’s never been to the Statue of Liberty. I’m going to check the weather before making a final decision though. Despite my royal status, I would be hanging out with the common folk in the infield, which I hear is kra-zee enough without adding mud to the equation.
When planning this little trip I had to ask myself, “Where the hell is Churchill Downs anyway?” My middle school went on a field trip there once, but I couldn’t recall where the racetrack was. I looked it up on Google Maps and discovered it is only a mile and a half away from my old high school where I spent four years of my life. Then I exclaimed, “Oh, that’s not too far away from the McDonalds!”
To review: I did not know the location of Kentucky’s most famous landmark, a racetrack whose twin spires once graced our state license plate. I did, however, remember the location of a McDonalds close to my high school a good nine years after I graduated and left the state. Yeah…at least we know I wasn’t spending my lunch money betting on the horsies.