The Melbourne Cup
Yesterday Right Foot and I went to our first ever Melbourne Cup with three other Swinnie librarians, their Handbags and 123,000 others. I wore a skirt and jacket from Jigsaw (at Brandsmart), a silky tee from Ralph Lauren (also at Brandsmart), a rose in my hair (from Myer, city store) and completed my ensemble with a $2 pure silk scarf from Arthur Dailey in Swanston Street.
Right Foot wore his Country Road suit and looked very spiffing. However, he hated the whole thing. It was very crowded and got very hot. The only cool place was the lavoratories and there were groups of young women sitting on the loo floor, sipping Champagne and resting their feet. I got my best photos in there.
Right Foot's aversion to public toilets made him decide not to drink anything at all, not even water. He sat on the Esky with his back to the action reading a book called 'The history of Heidelberg and its people: 1838-1900'. I tried to get him interested in Paris Hilton, New York Party Princess, but he said he'd rather have a Party Pie. He went home an hour before the big race on a train packed with other poopers.
I soldiered on to see the housekeeping money come in at 4th, 5th and 6th places. Great. Of the three horses I had in the Swinnie sweep, one was scratched, one came in second and the other is still running. Six horses altogether and I won $7 and lost untold millions. Some tedious nag no-one had ever heard of won.
Within five minutes of the end of the race, all the Swinnie librarians and their Handbags were on the train back to Queen's Road where we watched the last two races on TV and polished off the rest of the food in coolth and comfort.
I am really glad I've been to the Melbourne Cup at last. I have it out of my system now. Actually, it's a bit boring.