This weekend we went to (drumroll please…) Steeplechase!
can you see them? me neither.
Steeplechase has been a
steeple staple in my life for some time now, and I tend to say that it is my second favorite day of the year behind Christmas. And just like Christmas, somehow the day manages to fly by like a fighter jet.
If you don’t know what Steeplechase is, it’s actually called The Iroquois Steeplechase, a steeplechase is apparently a type of horse race that happens in lots of places. But we like to shorten things down here, and we think ours is the most important/fun, so we just call it Steeplechase.
As you can tell by the feeble attempt at the picture I took on my phone (I really did try to take a decent picture, but the horses ended up passing by right as I was getting my phone out of my purse, and it was the last race, and things just, well, things didn’t go as planned. Those guys are fast!), the horses aren’t necessarily the stars of the show at Steeplechase.
the real star. no, just kidding. but did you know these existed? it’s like a wine juice box! kids these days.
The main thing that people do at Steeplechase is, well, just hang out, I guess. I mean I’m not gonna lie, there is some professional drinking going on, but I only had a few drinks throughout the day and still had a grand ole time.
wait — that’s not me. that’s itty. he also had a great time at steeplechase, garnering many compliments on his hat.
Aside from the UH-MAY-ZING people watching
missing the other half of their barbershop crew
We just, well, I don’t even know guys! It’s so strange, I don’t even know what it is about Steeplechase that is so fun! Can you explain it? Have you ever been to something so incredibly fun but you can’t explain why? It’s a strange phenomenon, it is.
may or may not be holding a drink in a bucket. no big.
I thought maybe I’d be too old for it this year, college is over, I’m a married lady, and frankly, I’m pretty boring. But no, I had just as much fun as always, and I was sad to wave goodbye out of the window of the pickup truck (cliche? maybe.).
Anyway, I don’t really have anything profound to say about the races, just that there’s something about some…things that just makes them fun, and sometimes I can’t put my finger on it, and it baffles me, but hey. I’m not complaining. If you’d like to explain to me why things like this are so fun, I welcome the answer, but in the meantime, I’m just going to relish in the memories. I hope your weekend was as horse-filled and fun as mine was.