Somehow us out-of-towners have managed to embrace this little 2-minute fiasco called the Kentucky Derby. The semi-hostess in me and Bill’s penchant for cocktails along with promises of pork-on-pork have allowed us to have a nice little gathering for several years now. And this year; not only were we thankful for the awesome weather, we had guest appearances from Kim and Brandon and the Pinata (and, no, I did not name it Eight Belles, that would just be tacky).

I managed to take a few photos, none that well. Well, except this one.

Here’s the little man watching the races with Brandon. Thanks to the ever stylish Cooper Stockwell for the hand-me-down Derby outfit.

The draw. Whoever broke the pinata got to pick the horse they wanted; and after that it was random draw. Serious stuff.

Let it be known that:

– I actually cooked dinner this year.

– PSA: ScotchGuard your couches ladies and gentleman.

– I have now won the random draw for 2 years running. (and Bill won it the year before that). We may be getting a reputation.

– Last year we promised to name our son after the winning jockey – which we did – John. We made no such promises this year; though Mario isn’t so bad.

Cinco de Fiesta was absolutely fabulous.