the story of the horse race
TRANSCRIPT
when it comes to the races, go big or go home.
i thought the royal wedding was a big deal.
but those were the days before
i ate shrimp off the barbie,threw boomerangs
and casually said, “good on ya.”
as a freshly minted aussimerican, I’ve now experienced the melbourne cup.
it’s not just any
ol’ public holiday
it’s a horse holiday!
you’ve got to love a state that give’s you a day off for the races.
believe what you hear, those aussies are damn friendly.
if you think horse races are all about:
drinking
betting
drinking
betting
more drinking
more betting
well, you’re mostly right.
but you left out the most crucial element
the hats.
the melbourne cup is a horse race
that puts beatrice’s hat fame to shame.
(fame to shame. Like what i did there?)
most girls spend ages picking our their race day dress. and i’m not sure why.
all anyone is looking at
is that thing upside yo’ head.
(that is unless you decided to be a little too generous with the bobos.)
and there is plenty to look at
(we’re back on hats, not bobos)
big.
small.
wacky.
tacky.
cute.
fruit.
you name it.
beatrice, girl, we got you beat.
(wacky, tacky. Cute, Fruit. I’m on a roll people!)
before today i was worried about my lack of racing knowledge
but i quickly realized that all the people cheering in the crowd
probably know just as much about the race as me
because everyone has the same view
so, melbourne cup vs. royal wedding?
i think we all now know the answer to that one.
#winning