Picture yourself standing on a rich, green meadow, breathing in the crisp, autumn air on a beautiful October day in the country. In your hand is a plastic champagne flute filled with bubbly mimosa and on your head is a gorgeous hat that just about screams Julia Roberts.
You are right on the rail. You can feel your heart beat and the ground shake as the horses race past you toward the finish. You jump up and cheer as the crowd goes wild. You can’t jump too high though because you’ve got on brand new to-die-for shoes to compliment that delicious hat.
You want a change of pace so you leave your spot on the rail and head up to Member’s Hill where people watching is a form of art. You actually need to pay an extra fee to breathe air among these people so don’t forget your best smile for the photographers flocking about. Didn’t have a hat to wear to the race today? Never fear, you can purchase one here on The Hill.
The view is breathtaking. The food is catered. The tailgating is professionally judged. The beautiful and the rich are delightfully on display.
Where are you?
You are at the Virginia Gold Cup …or at least you should be! Meet me there this Saturday, October 20th on the South Rail. It’s one of the best times to be had in the DC Area. Shall I save you a mimosa?
Originally posted on The DC Metro Moms Blog
I love hats but they don’t love me. Have a great time!
If only I could. I would love to be there, and for you to save me a mimosa. Yummy mimosas. Yummy horsies. I even yummy hats.
We’ve got an event like that, but, there’s an added dimension of the drinking public on a hill overlooking everything.
Oooh. I love hats too. But having to hang out with snooty people? Well…is it open bar?
No, you don’t have to hang with them but it is fun to people watch. Esp. when the hoity-toities get tipsy
I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to buy my first hat.
I’ll be there absent a hat! Ok maybe I’ll buy one.
Oh, it’s a tough life. I trust you’ve been having a glorious fall day- sounds loverly!
P.S. I hope the hat had feathers in it.
I’m so jealous. I would have loved to have gone, but my daughter had her first…what else… horse show this weekend.
No, you are college girl who has been drinking since late morning and you are lying in the trunk of a car with your hat on your date’s head and are licking caviar off the boy’s finger. The next morning you wake up with your cute dress on but it has a tire track on it, yet you don’t remember being run over nor do you remember removing the dress.
Hmmm….things that make you say hmm.