We had 2 guys going to a party in Knoxville Friday night who were planning on leaving at 4am to drive straight to Louisville for the Derby. The non-driver got wasted and locked his door so when the driver tried to get him, he was passed out. He finally got the guy up at 8am, only to find out he broke his hand while punching a hole in the front door.
Rain. Lots and lots and lots of fucking rain.
Thanks to the Boston bombers, no canopy/tailgating tents were allowed in, so we got really really wet.
Thanks to the combination of Orb and Golden Soul, I won some cash.
A couple amputee soldiers tried to take one guy’s girlfriend. That was interesting.
We were almost on Man v. Food playing beer pong with Adam Richman, but the tables were in the car of the guy in the first bullet point, and the crew had to be out of the Derby about 15 minutes before our tables got there.
When we left, I had to walk about 45 minutes while helping that late guy carry the tables, because he forgot where he parked.
After getting back to my car (about 2 miles from where he was parked) another guy’s younger brother drunkenly walked off, thinking he was still following the group. It took 2 hours to find him, after he followed some random people to their house.
Lots and lots of fucking rain.
No decent pictures were taken because of so much rain.