|One of the very few good things about #VAGoldCup May 7 -- this awesome bagpiper.|
I went to the Virginia Gold Cup this weekend with some lovely friends. It was my first Virginia Gold Cup and I was excited to see all the beautiful hats, great horse racing and spend quality time with friends in a beautiful central Virginia setting. I went to the #VAGoldCup this year because I couldn't get to the #KentuckyDerby. Wow, was I disappointed! I didn't think my expectations were too high. Here is what I expected:
- Civilized people enjoying a day of horse racing
- A beautiful setting in Virginia with nice facilities
- Ladies and gentlemen wearing their finest clothes and accouterments
- 90% of the attendees were in drunkfest, relive-my-intoxicated-college-days mode. I can't tell you how many vomit puddles I had to maneuver around all day. And as for the horse races, I don't think anyone watched the races until the winners were announced and they could cash in their bets. I thought it was going to be a great day because there were police and state troopers and attendants to help guide you through the gates and park -- that was just a facade. And if there were civilized people in attendance they must have been in hiding because even the corporate tents on Members Hill were full of loud, tipsy people. I felt like I was back at a family reunion in my home state of Alabama during NASCAR season.
- I like tailgating as much as the next person but when there is just car upon car wedged in tiny little parking spots and people crammed together like sardines coupled with cheese and meats baking in the hot sun for hours and drunkards not handling their liquor well, the smell is atrocious. I couldn't believe people brought their little children to this kind of thing! I will forgive the event sponsors for the muddy mess (it rained the entire night before) as it wasn't their fault but I do not forgive them for the horrific state of the port-a-potties (I felt sorry for the tents and tailgaters whose assigned spots were near these big green stink bombs). When you put that many drunk people in one place, you better have an army the size of Sparta to patrol the potties!
- There were very few ladies and gentlemen at this event but plenty of trashed juvenile girls and boys in the best outfits $20 could buy at H&M. I've not seen so much spandex and polyester in one place since I last visited Wal-Mart's Halloween costume display. I understand you don't want to get your $500 #Gucci dress destroyed at a big muddy field but come on, put a little effort into the ensemble. The hat contest, not even judged by any real fashion pros might I add, was a joke (Anna Mott at #FashionattheRaces would be appalled)! And worse, I was absolutely flabbergasted that I saw more boobs and butts hanging out of clothes than I have ever seen at the club on Friday night. I thought I was really risque by wearing an animal print plunging neckline dress but my outfit was as tame as a week old kitten compared to many.
- There was a great bagpipe player and a drummer both in full Scottish costume entertaining at one corporate tent
- I met a few really nice people
- I got to spend time with my friends and people watch
- Some of the hats and outfits were really nice
- I got asked about a dozen times for people to take their photo with me and my gorgeous hat and parasol
- It turned out to be a beautiful sunny day
- The horse races were very well coordinated (better than the outfits)