So.

Here it is, 7:53pm and I’m finally ready to experience the Kentucky Derby.

Here’s the thing: I was teaching till mid-afternoon. I knew, if I pushed it, that I could get home in time to watch the Derby live via webcast. I mean, I have no idea if there’s an authorized webcast, but if there isn’t there’s a guy streaming it to YouTube as it happens anyway, so there. And I figured that, of the many, many livecasts that would take place, at least some of them would still be around when I got around to getting there.

You see?

So, there I was in class, and there class was, dismissed, and there I sat and sat and sat, for lo, the woman with the keys failed to manifest until I called her at home and got her to trundle down and lock the door behind me some measurable length of time after class ended, so I’ve had a merry afternoon of posting to the forum, answering email, and playing Garbage really, really loudly.

And there are few better ways to spend an afternoon, actually.

But. At some point I got home and started anticipating the Kentucky Derby, which was over by that point. At first, I was sad, because it was already over; then I realized it was only over as far as millions of strangers were concerned, but not for me. And I’m an eogist egoist. And, apparently, a drunk.

For me, the derby won’t be over till I’ve seen it. And commented on my homies’ blogs: with-malice and theaspiringhorseplayer.

And so, with that in mind, I’ve been tanking up on the Mint Juleps and posting to the technical forum (apparently i develop a fondness for the term ‘sweetie’ when I am being both condescending and drunk) until I’m good and ready to watch the race.

Which I shall do now.