Melbourne Cup!
1 Nov 2005
Today is Melbourne Cup Day. I love living in a country where it is practically a national holiday because of a horse race.
Here's what I have done almost every year since I had children.
8:00am - read form guide in newspaper. Circle two horses in every race at Flemington, paying close attention to the main one at 3pm, the Melbourne Cup.
9:00am - place bets on all circled horses in various ways, and get a heap of mystery trifectas just for fun.
9:30am - get ready. I know this seems like a long time but it's hard to make a silk purse from a sow's ear.
11:00am - Assemble at friend's deck at around 11:00am, frocked and hatted bearing cheese plate and kilos of prawns.
11:00am - friend and I make the statement that "it must be lunchtime somewhere in the world" and thus have excuse to start drinking champagne.
11:15am onwards - watch every race from the deck, gorge self on prawns, cheese and champagne.
Children get rounded up at various stages during the day for meals. Someone has to be the designated driver and pick the schoolchildren up from school and it's usually pizza for dinner.
How Homer Simpson a day can one girl have???
Here's what I have done almost every year since I had children.
8:00am - read form guide in newspaper. Circle two horses in every race at Flemington, paying close attention to the main one at 3pm, the Melbourne Cup.
9:00am - place bets on all circled horses in various ways, and get a heap of mystery trifectas just for fun.
9:30am - get ready. I know this seems like a long time but it's hard to make a silk purse from a sow's ear.
11:00am - Assemble at friend's deck at around 11:00am, frocked and hatted bearing cheese plate and kilos of prawns.
11:00am - friend and I make the statement that "it must be lunchtime somewhere in the world" and thus have excuse to start drinking champagne.
11:15am onwards - watch every race from the deck, gorge self on prawns, cheese and champagne.
Children get rounded up at various stages during the day for meals. Someone has to be the designated driver and pick the schoolchildren up from school and it's usually pizza for dinner.
How Homer Simpson a day can one girl have???
posted by knitabulous at Tuesday, November 01, 2005 |
