
Sat here in work slowly dying....I am sooooo tired. The reason for this state of affairs? Well, as I
mentioned the other day I went to the races at Haydock last night
as my boss had a horse running. As it was just the two of us going he decided he was up for a bit of a sesh, and lets face it, it would have been rude of me to argue with that right? I mean, who am I to turn down free booze and food?
So, we start as we mean to go on with a couple of cans while waiting for our lift in the office at the end of the day. Weather held up for us and it was a glorious evening at Haydock by the time we got there so we headed for the Champagne bar and grabbed ourselves a nice table with a good view of the course and sat in the sun quaffing the good stuff! I'm having a little look around checking out the race ladies as you do and who do I see checking badges at the entrance to the stand?
Antonio Esfandiari that's who....no word of a lie!! Antonio Esfandiari is checking badges at Haydock Racecourse, the poker must be going badly for the poor lad!! Seriously the guy was the absolute spitting image of him although probably a few inches shorter and a few years younger. I was going to take a picture just to prove it to all you fish reading this, yes both of you, but I thought he might not be too amused and I really didn't want to look that sad anyway lol.
Anyway, a few drinks later and a few quid down after my pick in the 2nd was narrowly beaten to the line our horse was up next so off we went to the owners enclosure for a quick bite and a chat with the ladies accompanying the horse while we took a look at it to see if they thought we had a chance. Had a word with the jockey too and he seemed to think they had a good chance so I slapped a few quid on it to win. It almost looked asleep while parading around but as it went off to the course it seemed to perk right up. And this is where our night really started as it romped through from being about 3rd or 4th halfway through the race to catch everyone up and then take the race on a photo while myself and bossman are jumping up and down, punching the air, "did we make it, did we win?" I'm saying. The result is announced pretty much immediately and cue much back slapping! Back to the owners enclosure, pictures, presentations and into a little room where they let you watch the race over on their tv while they ply you with free Champagne and provide you with a buffet. Needless to say I just concentrated on the drinks! Oh, honorable mention for the young girl walking the horse around as she was such a great looking girl and coupled with that nice Irish lilt, well.........
I could get used to this being a racehorse owner lark!!
After all the excitement we decided to head back to town to carry on the celebrations in a restaurant there. Probably hadn't been sat down more than 15 minutes or so and two women come and install themselves at our table totally out of the blue. I don't know if it was the owners badges that we were still wearing but I think I'll be taking that out with me again the next time I go out and test it out ;) So we are looking at each other and thinking WTF while one of these birds launches into some kind of ramble about god knows what. I cant remember how long they were at our table as by this point we were pretty smashed and rapidly getting worse as the large JD's flowed quickly but bossman is a married man and often goes to this place with wifey so we eventually got rid which is probably just as well as in the state I was in I would probably have done something stupid anyway if I had been left to it. I could do without some strange bird chasing me down thinking I own racehorses and I'm loaded after a night of debauchery so correct decision I think....or maybe I'm just getting old and I've lost my balls? haha maybe.
For some reason none of this seemed to sit too well with some guy on the table next to us who starts giving us shit. We are too pissed to care but as we leave he starts again and I just cant keep my gob shut now so I give him some back....no idea what I said but hey, I'm sure it was good ;) The strange evening then just kept getting stranger when we got a cab outside and after dropping bossman off at his place I must have dropped off and woke up as the cab stopped....right back where he picked us up!! So I'm thinking "whats this daft bastard brought me back here for?" and of course I cant help myself so I tell him exactly what I think, get out of the cab and tell him he has no f&*£ing chance of getting paid and walk off back towards the restaurant. I cant remember if I went back in and had another drink or not but I do remember I had to walk bloody miles before I got a cab and of course, yet again I suffered from the "remember getting in the cab but cant remember getting out" affliction again but I woke up in my bed so obv everything was fine from there. Maybe I should have asked the original taxi driver to take me home and not charge me for the return trip to the restaurant in the first place, but you know how it is when your pissed, right?
Definitely still pissed when I woke up so I probably shouldn't have driven in to work but I only realised once I got here! Anyway, never mind, decent evening and more money in my pocket when I got home than when I went out so cant complain! Maybe I should take up betting on the horses instead of pokes eh? That turned into a big post....did anyone make it to the end? lol