“Hey Janette, stand next to baconmoblie!” Which obviously is the best food truck of all. “um, no” “Please! I’ll take your picture!” “No” “But its bacon! Bacon, bacon bacon!” “Amber, I’m an Adventist!” “Wops, I forgot” The scene is the infield of Santa Anita Race Track, Arcadia California. Janette and I are on a mission …
“They are off the turf” These are the worst words to hear on a gorgeous February morning. It’s so frustrating as it’s sunny out with probably a high of eighty degrees in the valley below my mountain home. Los Angeles got pounded with rain a few nights ago and that means the turf course at …
“You smell like hotdogs and horses” The sweet words my boyfriend whispered in my ear when I returned home the other night. If I smelled like hotdogs and horses than I must have had an awesome weekend! At work, of course, at my dream job beneath the mint green grand stand of historic Santa Anita …
The track was fast. I know, because I ran it that morning. It was Santa Anita Derby day and my boyfriend and were waiting patiently in the stands with 54,668 other horse racing fans for the big race and for the (literally) big horse, Dortmund . My boyfriend is a giant fan of the big 17 hand …
I can still feel the Fourteen Hands Chardonnay pumping through my veins as I walk back to the valet cursing the heels that I am wearing and my aching feet. An autumns afternoon at Santa Anita Race Track means it is ninety two degrees with forty mile an hour wind gusts. This us California …