Off to the Races!

• Horse racing is a pretty big deal here. One such race, the Melbourne Cup, is held in Sydney each year. (Just jokes! It's held in Melbourne. Duh.) Australians call it "The Day that Stops the Nation"--and it does. At 12pm Perth time on the first Tuesday of November, offices across the country stop what they're doing and tune in to watch the race. Women wear colorful dresses and fascinating fascinators. It's all very fancy but for boring reasons, Bob & I both missed out on festivities this year.

• So we went for the budget option: discount tickets to Perth's Ascot Racetrack. No Melbourne. No fancy office parties. Lots of tattooed bogans. We only do classy, folks.

• I joke, I joke. Kind of. About 4 out of 10 people clearly left the house without employing the guidance of a mirror but the rest were quite posh and put my best maxi dress to shame. Boy was that fun people watching. Believe me, if I could have snapped a few shots of the Skyy Vodka reps' sparkly sparkly dresses and/or some of the poor spray tan choices I would have. Next time, my friends, next time.

• For now, hopefully a picture of our sweaty selves taken after the final loss of our 0 bet on the wrong horse. Damn you, Brindle Rose. Damn you.

Hello and welcome to the hottest place on Earth. Complete with horse poop. And flies. Yay Perth.

Picture of our horse of choice...losing.