So, today was very interesting…

I got dressed up in a sundress and sandals to spend the day at the Virginia Gold Cup. In short, a bunch of hoity toity people get all dressed up (women in their sexiest/flirtiest sundress, sandals and a big hat; men in khakis and a polo or button down shirt).  And have their version of a tailgate party while watching a bunch of horses run around a grass track, or obstacle course.  They day actually starts out with Jack Russell Terriers racing first.  Most everyone is drinking champaigne, mimosas, sangria and/or wine.  Most every spread of food seemed to include ham and then varied from shrimp to chicken.

It was basically, a huge picnic.

And it would have been a great time, except for:

• The weather.  It was rainy, and cold, and no sunshine whatsoever.  I had nothing but a very light sundress and sandals.  It was so incredibly cold for a good portion of the day.
• The two drunks that were part of my group who couldn’t comprehend what in the hell was wrong with the idea of them drinking a beer while I’m driving down the highway.  OPEN CONTAINER anyone?!

That last part actually made what could have been a great day the worst.  They could not comprehend or understand or RESPECT NOT drinking in the car.  And after I’d asked them not to, they "snuck" it anyway.  Then I’d brought a bottle of Grey Goose and a bottle of Chambord…which ended up not opened at all during the day.  They actually tried to steal it.  And I mean they were actually trying to scheme it too.  They’d made a comment at one point during the ride back that the vodka was gone, it must have been all used, can’t find it at all.  And then kept whispering to each other.  When I’d caught them with the open bottles of beer, I’d noticed that the bag my liquor was in (the bag that I knew had the vodka completely unopened), had made it’s way up from the back of my SUV into the backseat with the drunks.  I’d had one of them put it in the back, and then they were whispering trying to figure out where it was.  So I just said, "He’s trying to tell you it’s in the back".   It was such a long ride back to drop them off at the metro.  And then they were like "we are going to take those two bottles of alcohol since we paid for so and so’s ticket"  "Um. no, you’re not.  I bought it."  Finally they backed off and left.    GAH!

Oh!  AND the backseat of my truck now smells like nasty cheap ass beer.  FANtastic.