equestrian carting
First, let me address the fact that I used “beesknees.” I’m sorry. It just slipped out. It was completely uncalled for.
Last night, Girlfriend and I went out to a development off Lake Minnetonka for an equestrian-themed fashion show. We assisted in the set-up and then hopped onto golf carts, giving people rides from their cars to the party. From minute one I was out of my element but soon my element became a fond memory.
There were men and women dressed in full fox hunt garb looking a lot like this. The guests I carted from car to door ranged from buyers expensive car, jewelry, makeup to buds adequately dressed but far too impressed and were pretty entertaining.
The plots are quite small and adjacent. It’s your standard suburb development. It’s about fifteen/twenty minutes from city center. There’s a train that goes by fairly regularly I heard it three times. The lots themselves start at $3 million. Huh? If I were to pay more than a million I’d at least aim for some privacy maybe a hedge? picket fence? and quiet. Maybe they’re looking to be close to like-minded equally rich folk to fight off the isolation. I hear it’s lonely at the top.
Most entertaining was the sport at the center of the theme: Fox hunting. The details surrounding the Long Lake Hounds Club and their sport brought an entirely new level of wha? to the party.
Long Lake Hounds members take part in “drag hunts.” Basically, hounds chase a scented rag, rich people in immaculate dress on expensive horses follow. There are rules to dress that are as traditional as they are bizzarre need to earn colors, women don’t wear red coats, white pants with red coats: no exceptions. Check out some guidelines here whenever they use one of too many “…”s, I picture a smirk and a sip of tea; maybe that’s just me.
That the plots were so expensive, the entire event was decked out, one of the furs was $8k and the show itself made one guy the son of one of the developers who looked 22 and drove a Saab mutter, “That’s elitist,” made for an out-of-tax-bracket experience. I’ve had such things before but it was different because even the catered affairs I’ve been to have felt friendly.
I gave two women a ride back to their Mini Cooper.
One: Oh, that breeze is nice. I love the smell on the air.
The Other: That fountain is gorgeous. So very nice tonight.
One: Yes. Very much.
The Other: I’m liking your new neighborhood more and more, [One].
Due to some dismal planning on my part, I’m wearing the shirt I wore last night into work this morning. I wonder if laundering will take care of the upper-crusty smell…