my goal this year is to go see the horse races. i’ve never been. ever. how could this be? i’m not quite sure.
i want to go to remington park (the oh-so-glamorous race track here in OKC), make outrageously cheap bets, wear a ridiculously large hat and drink V&Ts.
mostly, i just want to wear a ridiculously large hat.
and everyone that goes must have a ridiculously awesome Royalty name.
- Brimsy’s name is Sir Brimsy, Knight of the 2nd St Square Table, declarer of rocktastic Royal names
- Lincoln’s name is Duke Lincsy of the NW Oklahoma Proper
- My name is Duchess Mimsy of 2nd st, daughter of the House of Paper Replication (brimsy came up with mine, and i LOVE it)
so far, that’s the crew that has agreed to go with me. and speak in snobbish, obnoxiously fake british accents whilst wearing large hats and sipping (or swigging) double V&Ts.
and then, in the middle of the race, we must all wildly cheer for our horse. just like eliza doolittle
who else wants to go? if you need help coming up with a marvelous Royalty name, just let me know and Brimsy & i’ll come up with something spectacular for ya.
then after that, i plan on throwing a delightful springtime picnic. with big hats, of course. did i mention that i’m currently obsessed with finding events to wear big hats to? well, i am.