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?
Oh, how I wish I could join you for the races. I’ve always wanted to go there.
You should go one day, I bet your outfit would be amazing!
Full hair, full makeup, dressed to the nines!
That banana dress is amazing. Where did your mate get it?
The best part about my weekend was visiting my parents, just off the boat from a cruise like the good middle aged WASPs that they are. Are there more enticing words than ‘duty free Chanel perfume’ to get you home for a visit? I don’t think so!
Isn’t it just?! I may have tried it on yesterday… It’s from Dangerfield. Claire said she got it at the start of the year so it should still be there.
Dangerfield seem to have had a lot of awesome print dresses lately (note my sister’s palm tree and ukulele dress here and my floral dress here ).
Haha go your parents! I can’t wait to get old and go on a cruise. Sure I could do it now, but I think I would appreciate an all inclusive holiday more in my twilight years.
Yum, which perfume is it?!
Thanks, I’ll investigate!
I’ve got four words for you that almost make cruising sound appealing…’all-inclusive beverage package’. Apparently they were serving my mum cocktails so strong she couldn’t drink them…until the ice melted haha. And that’s not like my mum at all.
The perfume is Coco Mademoiselle. I’m trying to make it my signature scent but let’s be honest, I’m not sophisticated enough for that shit.