i won thee kentucky debry!

[gypsy]

or the office pool anyway.

40 dollars!

now i'm going to drink in hoboken.

[metulj]

Where?

[Gnaw Parker]

Looks like you got a head start on the celebration! We'll be watching the "I'm drunk" thread later for updates.....

[metulj]

Looks like you got a head start on the celebration! We'll be watching the "I'm drunk" thread later for updates.....

I had 5 on SS. He paid $11.80.

[Shinola]

There's a girl in Hoboken I really dig. If you see her, say "hi" for me.

She's from Rockwood, so if you hear an accent that reminds you of your Knoxville days, it's her.

[mehem]

damn...i had my money on the queen...she tired down the stretch...

[metulj]

But the Times loses:

"Borel crossed the reigns one, two, three, four, five times. He looked back again."

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/06/sports/othersports/06derby.html?ex=1336104000&en=1557517bce66a3a9&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss

That's "reins" not "reigns."

[Michael]

But the Times loses:

"Borel crossed the reigns one, two, three, four, five times. He looked back again."

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/06/sports/othersports/06derby.html?ex=1336104000&en=1557517bce66a3a9&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss

That's "reins" not "reigns."
That's what Gypsy calls job security.
~m.

[F-Stop]

Gypsy must have been tipsy before the thread:

"i won thee kentucky debry!"

[shoetick]

gypsy,

you won 40 dollars playing poker a few weeks ago and now 40 dollars on horse racing. is 40 dollars what it takes for you?

{all the things i'd do for 40 dollars}

(remember when you'd stay up whispering with your friends late at night what you'd all do for a million dollars?)

[gypsy]

hell $25 got me all the way from hoboken to home (that's 1/3 of a shared livery limo to port authority with driver dude on the radio going "where do i turn?" and us all like "JUST GO ACROSS THE BRIDGE FFS", and then a regular knows-where-the-fuck-he's-going cab home from 8th avenue).

we had dinner and pitchers of sam adams at some nice mediocre neighoborhood italian joint in hoboken where frank sinatra used to hang out. then we went to a party that was full of progressively drunker people going "omg journalism jesus fucking christ" "o i know ffs" "o shit is that plymouth gin in that martini" "who made this guacemole" "we're all going to be working for google" and my extremely gay friend explaining women and vaginas to me, thx.

fucking street sense, no doubt.