With nothing to do on a Friday night, I accepted an invitation from my aunt to go with her, my uncle, and cousins to the horse-race track. I'm not a huge gambler, but it was a beautiful night, and I can sit outside and watch the pretty horses run around in a circle all night...
well, I was told I had to bet, so I used the most scientific method of all...my school colors, plus my favorite number, and bonus points if I liked the name of the horse.
I won twice in a row. So much so, that Kells Bells came and asked me "who are you voting for? I want to vote for your horse." Needless to say, the rest of the night my aunt and I discussed which horses we would vote for.
I can't tell you what a cross-section of society you will find at the horse track. Everyone should go and experience it for themselves. And they should vote for the pretty orange horse named runninwithstyle.
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