We went to the Dalby horse races on Saturday afternoon. Frank had worked late, so we just got there in time for the last race. When I was shopping earlier in the day, the lady at the store said that most people would be very dressed up. I figured, ya, it's Dalby that dressed up would mean taking off your high visibility work shirt. I put on a denim knee length shirt and a very cute cotton collared blouse w/silver sequine trim and silver jewelry.
so we arrive... OMG... you'd have thought that we were at the Kentucky Derby...
there were evening gowns, clubbing dresses, huge hats and headbands w/feathers curled in varied directions. Way too much skin showing for many of them. guys were in slacks, shirts w/ties or suits.
I'm thinking FIRST... this is Dalby and SECOND, where the heck did all of these people come from. AND FEW cared about the races... it was obviously the social event of the season. The bar was the busiest place!
Now this place is a bit shabby. The grand stand (bleachers) might have held 40 people if you'd have jammed them in. There were only a handful of people up there. Obviously NOT the place to be...And there were gravel and some blacktop paths... and most of the women had on high heeled sandals... and walking in the grass...
I'm still trying to figure out of it was just a dream.
I was in shock... I'm still in shock!!! and to top it off, I forgot my camera.
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