Yesterday’s Derby Party was really a lot of fun. My horse didn’t win, but he came in fifth. That’s ok, because the winner’s story was so exciting. A 50:1 long shot thoroughbred purchased for $9,500 won the race by over six and a half lengths. Only one horse has had greater odds and won and only one horse has won by a greater distance. For some reason, that all really made me happy. I guess it’s because as with most people, I like it when the underdog wins.
There were only a few of us there: my mother, Graham, David, Richard, a couple of other friends, Bill and myself. I’ve mentioned Graham and David several times in the past, but Richard is someone I haven’t really introduced. He’s a 50 something fella who has been friends with Bill for quite some time and has recently started staying with Bill 2-3 days a week while I go out. He’s a nice guy and someone I’m enjoying getting to know.
We all had a great time at the Derby party. Mom and I wore our favorite derby hats, we grilled steaks, and had all the things I mentioned yesterday and more. It was quite a feast for such short notice. The only problem with a feast is there is always a lot a cleaning up to do afterward.
Ordinarily whenever there is a co-ed gathering in our area, especially a gathering in which the watching of sports is involved, there seems to be an unwritten law that I’ve never really understood. Once the meal is over, if you don’t have a penis, you clean up while those who are blessed to be male sit and watch the event or talk about sports until it begins.
It’s not like that whenever there’s a party at our house. We ate in the family room so we could watch the race preliminaries. When we were finished, Mom and I stood up to begin clearing up the mess. As soon as we stood, David and Graham did as well and immediately began helping. Even Bill who was not feeling very well jumped in and did a bit. After a couple of moments, Richard was on his feet assisting.
Later, when almost everyone was gone, Bill told me Richard remarked that while he was throughly happy to help with the after-meal cleanup, he was surprised that the men, without being asked, jumped up so quickly to assist the ladies instead of vegging out in front of the TV. Bill laughed and said, “You don’t know Lady Julia very well, do you?” (No, he didn’t really call me Lady Julia – he used my real name ;)
Richard apparently admitted that he didn’t, and added, “She doesn’t seem like the type to bitch or boss people around, so what do you mean?”
Bill, laughed again. It would seem Richard has been forewarned I have a way of nicely getting men to do what I want. It will be interesting to see how he reacts to that knowledge in the future :)
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I envy the men that are able to see you and talk with you in person. No wonder they do what you ask. How could they resist?
It is really nice when you give glimpses into your personal life. Thank you.
I do not think that the men relaxing while the women clean up at gatherings is a phenomenon limited to your area. I have been to many functions where it is like that.
Thank you fellas for your comments.
Getting men to do things – it’s your southern charms.
Will