It’s a curious thing, going to the races in the ‘off season’. Well I guess it’s not so much the ‘off season’ as the 51 weeks of the year when not every man and his sister’s dental hygienist are trackside.
There are no crowds:
You get served drinks in actual glasses:
The food is… the same:
And headwear isn’t mandatory:
We headed to the races on Saturday for Scotty’s birthday celebrations. Scotty is Bec’s boyfriend and a keen punter.
Unfortunately I missed the memo re colourful dressing. Don’t they look fab:
Thankfully Claire gave me some advice on incorporating more fruit into my wardrobe, or appears to be doing so in this photo:
We stayed for a few hours, won $12 on three $3 mystery bets which we used to fund our hot chips. We then did what any sensible day drinkers do and went home for a nap before the evening activities.
Bananas. How was your weekend?