As the first day of May, last Saturday kicked off possibly the busiest month on my social calendar in recent history. Each weekend is jam packed with fun things to do, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to give up working to accomplish all the things that I have planned.
Adventure no. 1- The Virginia Gold Cup
This thing has been going for at least 80 years (it's a steeplechase- you know, that race where the horses jump over things), but I'm pretty sure the race is secondary to dressing up in ridiculous clothes and hats, being seen, and getting drunk. I personally love the hats, don't care much about being seen, and avoid getting drunk.
Erin, Me, Sam, Derek, Mort, Angela, Frances
Beverli, Jen, Angela
You can tell Mr. Gatsby here LIVES for this day.
Adventure no. 1- The Virginia Gold Cup
This thing has been going for at least 80 years (it's a steeplechase- you know, that race where the horses jump over things), but I'm pretty sure the race is secondary to dressing up in ridiculous clothes and hats, being seen, and getting drunk. I personally love the hats, don't care much about being seen, and avoid getting drunk.
Erin, Me, Sam, Derek, Mort, Angela, Frances
Beverli, Jen, Angela
You can tell Mr. Gatsby here LIVES for this day.
I'm unsure if Uncle Creepy here grew the mustache specifically for the occasion, but he won for ickiest getup.
And here I am, cooling off in the stream (it was about 90 degrees; I nearly melted and it's only MAY).
fyi- I think my hat is pretty great. Unfortunately, from this angle, you can't see the two pheasant feathers shooting off to the side.
At some point during the day, a stranger walked by me and said "That is a hat."
This was obviously meant as a compliment, but I felt it was a little lacking in the adjective area.
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