The post race blues ...
But instead I only give you pieces of my pictures (and way too many words).
Well, I'm feeling odd about it all.
We had a great day. All of us in our race day finery. But each year the taste of Melbourne Cup becomes just a little more sour. Or that might just be the 3 cans of Smirnoff UDL I consumed yesterday.
We get in our gear.
We sit in the stands.
We have a few drinks.
We place a few bets.
We take a bunch of selfies.
We show the kids the exact spot where we first met.
We watch fashions on the field.
We judge people for getting all frocked up and then falling over drunk.
We teach the kids how ugly and embarrassing getting frocked up and falling over drunk can be.
We lose a bunch of money picking horses that come last.
We head home.
And I google whether or not any horses died that day as a result of our pastime.
I know that sounds incredibly morbid, but my values are in conflict. On the one hand I'm proud of our Australian traditions but on the other hand I'm becoming more aware of the ugly side of the industry.
As a family of animal advocates (we won't even kill a spider) it's starting to weigh on my conscience.
Is my Melbourne Cup tradition falling to pieces?
Or do I just have the post race blues?
In related news, I really do have a sour taste in my mouth from that whole vodka-in-a-can thing.