My only taste of the equestrian high life was last November at the Breeders Cup in Lexington. I was gifted airfare and a ticket for both days to fancy chalet seating that was waaaaaaay over my head in terms of income and importance. I was seated at the table closest to the balcony and steps down to the rail. Every person at that table was a high roller and/or had connections. Then there was me.
I soaked up every second of the experience… savoring my wine while standing at the rail watching gleaming Thoroughbred royalty go by.
The high rollers noted that I was doing okay with my betting - and starting following my tips. We had our own betting set up in that chalet room… and when I made my $2 bets they were spending $500 and up without blinking an eye.
It was a short - and very sweet - taste of the Other End of the industry.
That’s what I was thinking. Bring Hay Guy. You could get a Vbro and hit the polo, tennis, jumper venues, everything.
I once opened my big mouth at the barn and announced I had an extra ticket for a bluegrass festival. Who piped up? The farrier. He thought it had something to do with race horses.
I thought, 'oh dear, a lot of old hippies, noodle dancing, lots of pot and and please, no body bring up politics,." We went together and he had an absolute blast.
I’m torn between bringing Mr. B or Boyd. Oh wait - Boyd would immediately get invited to sit at the table with the glitterati.
So Mr. B it is. Who wants to bring Mr. D and Mr. S (Silver, not Stone)?
Edited to add: Can you imagine the look on JK’s face if he showed up in the VIP tent and saw the various defense attorneys sitting at a table (with us!)?
The funniest VIP tent to me is the one at the Hampton Classic.
There are so many people in there who are completely oblivious to anything involving the horses. They just show up for the social event aspect of it, and would not know a mini from a draft horse if they ever happened to actually look out at the horse show going on in the ring.