the hubs and i recently spent a day at the races which was fun and much less dumpy/sad than i originally thought it would be.
i'm not sure why, but i kept picturing the Arlington Race Track to be a seedy little OTB with old, dirty men betting money they don't have on depressed-looking ponies. happily, the race track was clean and sort of...family friendly? who knew!*
also? it was a great excuse to wear polka dots and pearls and drink mimosas in a shmancy suite on a sunday.
(have you ever seen anyone sporting pearls, polka dots AND a half grown-out mullet? now you have.)
*please note: i'm going to maintain an ANTI horse racing point of view until a horse opens his/her mouth and tells me s/he likes to run around in circles while a [probably] eating-disordered man is smacking his/her behind with a stick made of leather. *shakes head, shakes head, shakes head*