|Trained by Myong Kwon Cho, a expensive two year old by Champion mare Squall Linda|
|Trainer Bob Baffert and Jockey Martin Garcia|
|All the party girls in the paddock|
After Billy Bob’s horse lost we all decided we had enough gambling for one day. We checked out the horses for the San Diego Handicap. I didn’t bet on this one, good thing because Tres Borracho’s a huge long shot won. The horse had only won something like two out of his last thirty races! I would not have picked him. The girls and I took some pictures of ourselves in these giant Newcastle cups, than it was off to check into our hotel! Let the good times roll!
Here I am jogging on the training track at Del Mar, kind of cool that you walk across the track where the race horses train in the morning to get to one of the parking lots.
Remember this moment of me running on a race track with a big grin on my face. I would not be smiling like this again for many hours.
All of us girls piled into my Subaru Baja and made a beeline for our hotel in the Gas Lamp District of Down Town San Diego. Everything was fine until we got close to our hotel. I knew our hotel was down town and had an awesome rooftop bar with views of the city. I had no idea our hotel was right next door to Petco Park. I also had no idea that a Padres game was just starting and every one way street was closed, there were people everywhere, and cops everywhere and every parking lot was full. This would come to be a issue in just a few minutes. I accidentally drove right by the hotel, and was trying to go around the block, when I realized the street I wanted to go down was closed. Shit. Than, suddenly my car had no power. WTF? Oh whatever, I’ll go down the closed street anyways, I thought, turning on my flashers. Something was wrong. I made a left onto Market, the major street near our hotel. That’s when my clutch pedal seemed to get stuck in. At this point I was doing illegal things left and right, I had bigger problems at this point. Like trying to make it through a major intersection with no power and no clutch. This is when Janette and Nancy got out and started pushing my Subi.
Let me tell you a thing or two about Padres fans. They will not stop to let a broken down Subaru with flasher’s on back into traffic. I was almost hit by numerous people, just so impatient to get to the game it was ridiculous! Luckily a couple of nice guys helped my friends push the car into one of the full lots. That’s when two things happened. My engine started smoking and I got the clutch pedal un stuck. I thought we were going to be okay. Ha. Famous last words. I was in full panic mode at this point, but just so happy the clutch was unstuck, the smoking engine was an after thought. For one minute, I thought maybe I had fixed the problem? Than my engine started making a very bad noise. That was right before the engine cut out.
I got my Subi started again and we started to make our way near the hotel. That’s when the clutch pedal got stuck again. I was behind a cop at this point. I put my hazards on, and opened my door to un stick the clutch. The cop took off, didn’t even notice and cars all around me are honking like crazy. Really? Why would you honk at some one who has their hazards to? Obviously they are having a way worse day than you. Plus the cop took off without a care in the world. There were cops everywhere down town, but not one stopped to help in all this bullshit, not even when I was parked in a red zone for like two hours.
At this point my car wouldn’t even turn back on. Janette and Nancy pushed my car through the intersection and we parked in a red zone right outside a very rowdy bar. For the next two hours I would be constantly heckled by a very loud,very drunk man who was pretty sure Subaru’s were made in Sweden. I’m pretty sure he was thinking of Ikea. The good news? Our hotel was right across the street!
The bad news? When I called Triple A they informed me I only had seven miles of towing privileges and after that it was going to cost me $700 to tow my car back to Redlands. Ouch. Luckily, Nancy called our friend Noe and he has a friend with a tow truck who offered to tow me back to Redlands for $300. Nancy and Janette walked over to our hotel and asked if we could leave my car outside over night and the hotel said it was fine. They had a yellow curbed parking spot right outside luckily, and we had Triple A tow my car (It was within seven miles, more like half a mile with going around the block) to the front of our hotel.
Believe it or not, I was to stressed out to take a picture of my Subi broken down on the streets of San Diego. I Know a first for me. It was at this point I declared I needed a beer! We finally got to check into the hotel, hours after we meant to. Unfortunately our reservation was screwed up and we got one king bed instead of the two queens I had requested. It appeared the hotel was 100 percent booked. Kind of strange it seemed, considering I barely saw another guest the entire time we were there.
At least our hotel room appeared to be awesome. Of course that was before I went to take a shower and discovered all the rolled up towels in our room were small towels. So I dried off with about six small towels. When I got out of the shower the girls had already requested more towels… All the towels they brought us were also small! So I called down stairs and explained the situation and some one who worked for the hotel came up and told us they were 100 percent booked and that’s all the towels they had. I swear this guy did not understand why we were not enjoying our twenty or so small towels. I should have taken a picture of all the little towels. We had so many, it was ridiculous!
|Our room, before it was filled with a million little towels|
It was at this point that we all decided to relax and make the most of a night in a really nice hotel. The hotel room was non refundable, so there was no point in going home a day early. Might as well enjoy it. We got ready for the evening and headed up to the amazing rooftop bar.
|She’s so excited! That we missed the game!|
Its really to bad that we didn’t make it up to the rooftop bar earlier. Janette is a huge baseball fan and we would have had a perfect view of Petco Park and all the rude Padres fans! You can’t really see the stadium in the back ground, but it is directly behind Janette in the pictures. We had a great time enjoying a few beers on the out door patio.
|And Janette’s still pointing|
The best part was when Janette first walked outside to meet us. Sarah and I were waiting for Janette and Nancy out on the patio. There was a huge group of like ten guys sitting right next to us. Janette walks right up to them and loudly proclaims.
“This is amazing! How incredible!”
All the guys thought she was talking about them. She had to explain she meant the view. Okay the guys were nice too.