Spring Racing season again in Melbourne town...(dear God...)
You know the idea of going to the races in essence sounds fantastic and glamorous...Girls in fabulous frocks with hats so large drag queens would die for...men in suits with pin holes and sporting trilby's aka the rat pack circa Vegas '57...The Great Horse races of the Melbourne Cup & the Caulfield Cup, not forgetting Derby Day & Oaks Day..even the gays have the Cox Plate ( well that was my understanding of it anyway)...
The Elite of Melbourne meeting and greeting - whether in a marque or on the field, sipping champagne and cocktails of the hour, nibbling on gourmet creations from Melbourne's top chef's, the ladies talking about fashion on the field, the gentlemen talking about the favorites on the field and both admiring each other going by, and of course, collection of the winnings of the day...In reality it's something completely different...
Melbourne's Hoi-Polloi getting shit faced before breakfast, women who never have worn heels/hats/dresses before swaggering and men who bought/borrowed/stolen cheap ill fitting suits ogle one another while yelling & screaming & throwing up after losing their shirts at the bookies and paying a small fortune for a pot and a pie at Flemington...
Spring Racing Carnival 2006 is here!
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