With all this paper-based fun we did manage to squeeze in some actual paper-based fun. We went to Royal Ascot this past weekend with some lovely friends as a joint anniversary/birthday celebration. We got a tad soaked on arrival, but the sun came out and the day went swimmingly. We were in shoe-throwing distance of the Queen (although we would never think of actually throwing a shoe at her majesty) and Pete won on a semi-longshot horse, meaning we came out slightly ahead. Plus, there were hats to be worn.
|Her Majesty the Queen|
|Pete's horse winning, which he missed. He was standing in line somewhere.|
Sadly, this next photo is the best we got of my full ensemble. As you can see, it was at the end of the day and we were getting a little sloppy. Nothing too embarrassing, just partaking in the tradition of going from classy to trashy when betting and alcohol are involved.
That should hold you for a few days, yes?
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Thirty years ago today, on the longest day of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere), my parents got married with flowers in their hair. (I would show you a wedding photo, but they were Polaroids and might be lost in a box somewhere. Hippy days in San Fran will have to do.)
Happy Anniversary, you crazy kids!!!