So, I have to admit, the Melbourne Cup party was really fun. (And considering the bubbly was flowing before noon, it was probably a little bit too fun!) This may have been just another excuse to play hooky and sip on cocktails all day, but it somehow seemed appropriate with all of us dressed up in our Race Day best. The pretty dresses and extravagant headwear helped elevate it beyond grown-up frat party status to something much more elegant. The men even wore ties! Everyone looked so festive and debonair! (Until, of course, later in the day when all of the dresses and ties couldn’t make up for our cocktail-induced sloppiness.) But the highlight of the day was definitely the race itself. It may have only lasted a few moments, and I didn’t really understand what was going on, but it was so much fun. The energy in the room was electric, with everyone glued to the television, cheering in unison. Oh – and I won!!! (Woo hoo!!!) I bet on Americain and won!!! Now I understand why the Melbourne Cup is so popular – it’s just plain fun. This is one Aussie cultural phenomenon I am glad to have experienced!
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