So, I've become press now. This, my innagural year of such work, I did not realize that for these people it begins a week before and ends a week after Derby. Not the sprint, like in the restaurant world, but a marathon- one of food, travel, beverage and nosleepforyou!
Holy bejesus, I thought it would be done come 12:00 Derby night, that this proverbial Cinderella would return to her former form. Umm, no sir. We covered the American Distillers Institute Conference (ever try to taste and judge 60 spirits in one afternoon- or have Michael Veach pull out a pre-prohibition bottled Bourbon [with an almost devilish grin?]) How does one say no? You don't- nay you just pour yourself into the bus afterwards and laugh alongside 25 of 'your new best friends.'
All fine and dandy. Then you lose 3 hours of sleep. Do it again. Then again. Ok, guys- stop the bus I wanna get off.
Then Ocho Tequilla- Cinco de Mayo. Then the new Wasmund's tasting at WWW.
My partner/boss and I had a running joke. There came a time when we were so sleep deprived, had taken so much out of the tank, that we were just empty shells propping each other up. When one would have to speak, the other would poke him with a stick...
'Waffles! Tasty Waffles!'
/nod/snooze
(sitting upright with chin-on-chest)
