I have a love hate relationship with the summers in Saratoga Springs, NY. I love the people and I hate the people. I love the track and I hate the track. Do you get where I'm going?
Of course Saratoga wouldn't be Saratoga without track season, so in the end I should just learn to love it. This year as opposed to last I have separated myself from the Saratoga insanity. I don't find the crowds (or most of the people amongst the crowds) enjoyable. They are rude, inconsiderate and obnoxious. Just last night I was going to meet some friends for a drink when some crowd of meat heads decided to call me the obligatory f-word. Really? Are we we that lame and immature? It goes to show what classless assholes roam the streets these days. The situation put me in a fowl mood, so I thought it would be best for me to go home and head to bed. At least I can avoid a hate crime underneath my sheets.
With that said I'll avoid the meat-head filled bars and seek refuge elsewhere.
I don't want to wish the summer away but nothing beats a Saratoga Fall.
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