Still alive, for all three of you reading this! So what happened in Richmond this weekend? The 400th annual running of the Strawberry Hill Races at Colonial Downs! Here's a recap in two words:
BO RING
Weather was great, my outfit was lame, but even more lame was the company I had to roll with. Talk about high school! Instead of watching the races or competing in the best plot contest (this year's theme something about Celts and Kilts or something), we entered the"who is the thinnest" contest, the "who attracts more boys" contest, and the "who can talk the most shit about everyone" contest. Sadly, I didn't win anything! My parting gift was a pink-pig sunburn, complete with burned scalp and Clan of the Cave Bear hair that fried along with the outer layer of my epidermis. The winner got this:
Also known as the average Strawberry Hill attendant. Congratulations winners! Please someone remind me of this next April when I'm debating on spending the whole day with boring, self obsessed, insecure assholes.
There was also a little Easter Parade down Monument this weekend. Big deal for the bow-tie and Lilly Pulitzer set.
"What do you mean I can't park my beamer there? WALK? NO 
FUCKING WAY!!!"
1 comment:
So I should be glad that I stayed away from Monument and instead went to Toby's grandmother's house who has a bad hip but thinks she is dying from the most horrible disease ever and moans and groans and only talks about death?
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