Our little tomato lamenting the loss of his "15 minutes of fame." After snapping the picture I was going to grab the poor dejected thang, when I found the REAL reason for his sleeping outside
The Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen's Club...who would have thunk it? It makes one wonder if our lil buddy has something for Bloody Marys; surely it can't be the Spearmint Rhino, and we all know that gentlemen go to these clubs to learn proper ettiquette, right?
We have one more night, this one in Louisville. We are at the Hotel by the Airport, and I am starting to feel a bit blue along with S2 and the bluegrass red veggie. While I am homesick, I really don't want to get back into the daily grind.
I was amazed at the beauty of the monuments. This a life size monument to Secretariat.