Hello hello my lovelies! How many of you have ever been to a horse race!? Now, I know they may seem a little old fashioned, but these days, going to ahorse race hardly means actually watching the horse race. No, no, no, in fact, it means renting a stretch Lincoln Navigator with 24 of your best
friends, throwing on a pair of super cute wellies to battle the inevitable mud (I chose a classic J Crew pair in bright peony!)
, and drinking until, well, the horse race is over…except no one really knows when that is, soooo just keep drinking until the men in uniform politely ask you to leave.
Every year the socialites of New York City venture to the foreign and distant undiscovered territory of Far Hills, New Jersey for The Hunt--Steeplechase Championships. This year was no exception. We toasted each other with my oh so tasty Pinot Grigio! We laughed as people stumbled and fell into the mud! We caught small glimpses of the horses jumping over those steeple thingies! It was a fabulously exciting day. But who would I be if I posted a blog without a juicy story? Certainly not the Drama Queen :-)
So, my friend Jacqueline (senior designer for Lily Pulitzer) and I are drinking my Pinot and happily recanting the hilarious events of the day when, out of nowhere, her incredibly drunk ex-boyfriend (Greg) stumbles over. And stumbles, is being nice…it was more of a drunken stagger. Everyone knows that when wine and ex’s are mixed, the outcome is never a good one, even for innocent bystanders such as myself. He then takes it upon himself to begin berating her about how she ripped out his heart and about how she was a ‘witch’ (well, you know what he actually said). Clearly, I, being the fabulous friend that I am, was not going to tolerate this kind of crude behavior towards one of my girls.Mean, right? Jacqueline cannot be blamed for his insecurities. Grow. Up. Greg.
Well, I wish that was the end of this story, but sticking up for your friend is not always in your best interest. Especially when her ex is a blatant fool. So, he turned his wrath on me and began shouting insults that I do not care to repeat. However, without so much as flinching…I slapped him. That’s right--directly across the face. He deserved it! No one speaks to me that way, particularly when I am defending someone who I care for. Needless to say, he was stunned and well, put in his place. Like I said, no one speaks to me that way.
But I wish to end on a much more fabulously happy note so click the link below to view my Fall Fashion Outfit of the Week! And do not forget, a fabulous outfit must be paired with a fabulous glass of my Pinot Grigio for ultimate success.
Little black dresses, boyfriend blazers, and platform booties
High heels and high horses,
Equestrian Drama Queen