Off to the Races (Again!)

photo cred: ben holmes

photo cred: ben holmes

My dear mother had the good fortune of being born on May 4, which happens to fall on or near the weekend of an important horserace (and, as her “Third Son” has pointed out, is the day before Cinco de Mayo. Every year!). Sure, some of you may know it as the weekend of the Kentucky Derby, but round these parts (specifically, in a place truly called The Plains, Virginia) Gold Cup is the name of the game. My parents have made a sort of tradition of it over the past few years, but that whole being-on-the-other-side-of-the-world thing has thrown a wrench into any chances of my own participation.

Until this year! And what a blast it was. Slightly classier (at least in some areas haha) than Foxfield, with plenty of horses seen and documented, and even bet on. Daddy ended up showering Momma in birthday winnings after sweeping three races, but the $20 he lent me went nowhere. Alas.

gold cup virginia

'a wooden table? a glass pitcher? flowers in a glass vase? we're not at foxfield anymore...'

‘tablecloths? a wooden table? a glass pitcher? flowers in a glass vase? we’re not at foxfield anymore…’

the birthday girl and me with an old neighbor, michelle. hadn't seen her in 14 years, i wanna say!

the birthday girl and me with an old neighbor, michelle. hadn’t seen her in 14 years, i wanna say!

he was dubbed my 'horse race bf,' which meant that we called each other 'dahhhling' and belly laughed in a very highbrow manner. also that he was responsible for wiping from my chin the bloody mary that invariable found itself trickling down on various occasions.

he was dubbed my ‘horse race bf,’ which meant that we called each other ‘dahhhling’ and belly laughed in a very highbrow manner. also that he was responsible for wiping from my chin the bloody mary that invariable found itself trickling down on various occasions.

actually watching the races... what a novel idea.

actually watching the races… what a novel idea.

sweet gig

sweet gig

horses overexposed

i have a feeling their photos turned out better than mine

i have a feeling their photos turned out better than mine

spectating

as it turns out there's not much skill or research involved in the gambling we do... just drawing numbered balls from a cigar box... but we have fun.

as it turns out there’s not much skill or research involved in the gambling we do… just drawing numbered balls from a cigar box… but we have fun.

numbers 1 and 2... my horse didn't even finish the race.

numbers 1 and 2… my horse didn’t even finish the race.

stupid kingdom...

stupid kingdom…

one-time president of serp, future [co]-president of gold cup

one-time president of serp, future [co]-president of gold cup

the golf cart whence we phoned our girl kathy chen. and it's old hat by now, but i feel it's worth reiterating that the photographer left us with these parting words: 'don't worry, i've got bail money for the both of you. i'm so rich it's not even funny.'

the golf cart whence we phoned our girl kathy chen. and it’s old hat by now, but i feel it’s worth reiterating that the photographer left us with these parting words: ‘don’t worry, i’ve got bail money for the both of you. i’m so rich it’s not even funny.’

father/daughter shot. right before this my dad pronounced, 'my daughter IS me!' this was followed shortly by, 'i'm KING of the idiots!' if a=b... and b=c... well i'm just not really sure if i should be offended or not.

father/daughter shot. right before this my dad pronounced, ‘my daughter IS me!’ this was followed shortly by, ‘i’m KING of the idiots!’ if a=b… and b=c… well i’m just not really sure if i should be offended or not.

i got four grown men to link arms wedding-style with me to take shots of sambuca... maybe one of my greatest achievements to date.

i got four grown men to link arms wedding-style with me/each other to take shots of sambuca… maybe one of my greatest achievements to date.

photo credit: kyle moller (whom i may or may not have threatened to knock off the tailgate if they didn't turn out well... lucky him.)

photo credit: kyle moller (whom i may or may not have threatened to knock off the tailgate if they didn’t turn out well… lucky him.)

ran into carol and kelly, two of my old gym buddies from high school!

ran into carol and kelly, two of my old gym buddies from high school!

someone, at the very end of the day, presented us with a mint julep (very poorly mixed, i might add). this pleased ben, who'd been in search of a libation to match his bowtie all day.

someone, at the very end of the day, presented us with a mint julep (very poorly mixed, i might add). this pleased ben, who’d been in search of a libation to match his bowtie all day.

while awaiting the traffic to disperse ben and i went to kick it with the boys blasting eminem from their car. saw fit to switch hats with this upstanding gentleman, though mom was none-too-pleased and, completely fairly, i should add, asked him if he had lice when he went parading over to our car in his new headwear. hahaha.

while awaiting the traffic to disperse ben and i went to kick it with the random boys blasting eminem from their car. saw fit to switch hats with this upstanding gentleman, though mom was none-too-pleased (it… may or may not have been HER hat i was giving away all willy-nilly) and (completely fairly, i’ll admit) asked him if he had lice when he went parading over to our car in his new headwear. hahaha.

It was a really nice time with great weather and great company! And… we were all ready to crash by 9:30pm, just like real adults.

In other news, got my wisdom teeth out yesterday! Am feeling surprisingly good and will almost certainly be crashing another of my parents’ events tonight by attending the Sons of Bill show with them at the State Theater. In honor of the extraction, and of Vampire Weekend’s forthcoming new album:

the gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out… what you on about?

And it’s no “David After the Dentist“, but my brother did make a six-minute video of my coming-out-of-an-anesthised-state that shows me in my most childlike and mumble-tastic state (not to mention strangely resembling a dinosaur of some sort).

One year ago: Gili Trawangan
Two years ago: First Day of School

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