the horsey set
Tom and I went to the steeplechase on Saturday in Leesburg. A consulting client of his is the law firm that represents the event and the farm it takes place on, so they were sponsoring and had bought a hospitality tent. Being friendly types, the partners invited us out for a day at the races.
Upon approaching the area where the hospitality tents were, we noticed a sign that said, “No admission beyond this point except to invited guests of hospitality sponsors.”
Tom leaned over to me and said, “I think that sign is to keep out the riff-raff.”
I said, “When did we suddenly become not the riff-raff? How did we get respectable?”
Upon arriving at the tent, the firm’s office manager gave us our nametags. Tom Bridges and Tiffany Bridges (our passes had been addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Tom Bridges).
This made me giggle- Not only was my last name not right, my future last name was not right.
November 16th, 2005 at 12:11 am
Tom’s evil half-brother, Todd, was not so pleased for not being invited.
November 16th, 2005 at 12:54 am
Get used to it - ever since Lloyd started splashing around in a wet suit the “s” is there forever.
November 23rd, 2005 at 12:40 pm
You obviously know how to write captivating stories.