Throwing Down with Big Brown

Epic day, yesterday. The 11th running of the crushed ice with bourbon party, magnificently hosted by the Bryces. Bet on the usual back pack finishers, so we won't be financing the beanser's education with OTB reciepts, however, didn't much matter given we banked a lot of comedy in the backyard.

Lot of little people in the gallery. This one has magnificent manners:

Next generation of race fans below, class of 2026.



There's our amazing host. Lot of top tier fashion happening in the backyard, good looking ensembles. I went for the Robin Masters, Rockford, Gatsby, Jeans Attack all representing.

Chili champion in the house!

Peter won the sucker pool (again), Thomas, the chicken eating title.

Hunter made it up, the toast of the party. Ladies love the gobbler.



A-man had a few brown slushies. Head got real fat, not likely receding anytime soon.


This one really doesn't need a caption. Black eyes, closed eyes...

I don't even know what this is. But looks awesome. Bushwick Country Club after party apparently.

Morning after shot of mom - no idea why she's put up with the hijinks. Came home around four AM and announced that women from the future had been contacting me with topless photos. Pretty genius. She looks smashing these days, still takes amazing care of me, despite tolerating for two.