Let’s just say that this post was supposed to be up and published earlier this morning. In my head I thought I’d be racing home yesterday after an afternoon at the local track, downloading the photos and getting it all ready to publish today.
Turns out a Melbourne Cup event can prove a little *tiring*. I may, or may not, have gone to bed before my six-year-old. As my girlfriend said on Facebook this morning, “at what point yesterday did I start thinking it was Friday night?”.
And that’s just it, isn’t it? It’s so quintessentially Australian to take a Tuesday off work, whack on a hat and frock, go to a lunch that celebrates a two-minute horse race and drink champagne like it’s a Friday night.
In my defence, it was also a girlfriend’s birthday. Champagne is mandatory.
Here’s how the day unfolded:
Melbourne Cup outfit: Country Road dress; Eve Boutique silk flower; Salita Matthews necklace; The Sak clutch; Samantha Wills ring; Zizi for Florsheim shoes. Hair by Suite Three.
Sometimes the perfect background for a Cup Day photo just “presents” itself. Thanks Dunnies with Dignity.
Photography tip: don’t try and take a “selfie” of yourself and a girlfriend with a spectacular flying saucer-sized hat.
When you go trackside for Cup Day it always feels great to look out at the passing parade from the cool of your marquee. Apparently horses went round that track.
It’s particularly handy to have a former sports journo as a husband. Apparently he knows about this betting stuff … according to the contents of my wallet this morning.
No matter how glamourous it is inside the marquee, there is always a queue for the ladies’ port-a-loos to keep things real.
Only on the first Tuesday in November would you find grown women dancing in packs to a live band. At 3 o’clock in the afternoon.
And lastly. The best sights of the day are seen on the way to the cab rank. Bet that sweet young thing is wishing she had a pair of fold-up flats in her handbag.