At The Track: The Queens Plate

Cocaine Princess here.

Several entries ago I posted part 1 of "At The Track." I know it's been awhile but here is part 2. 

"Day of The Queens Plate"

By 7:30am I was out the door with my makeup done. I had an 8:30am appointment with my hair dresser in the next town over. Luckily my hairdresser happens also to be a good friend of mine. The Queens Plate was starting at 12pm and on Sundays her salon opens at 11am. I was grateful for her seeing me so early. After getting my hair done I was on my way to the races. 

It was close to noon by the time I arrived. The parking lot was jammed packed and 3 tour buses had arrived. Thank Goodness or perhaps it's better that I say, Thank Mother Nature the weather that day was beyond fantastic. Temperatures soared to +35C. The walk from the parking lot to the inside of Woodbine was an extremely long one and not to mention the countless number of steps I had to climb. With the exception of a few, every guy and girl was dressed to the nines. The ones that weren't wore jeans, Hawaiian printed shirts and baseball caps. I came to the conclusion they weren't interested in partying but were there to bet on the horses

 The inside of Woodbine was like a sea of humanity. I literally had to push my way through the crowd. The entire event was free but I was advised to get a ticket and the advantage of having one meant being able to watch the races while sitting in comfort instead of standing in the blazing heat and watching it on the enormous big screen outside for the ones who didn't buy a ticket.
 
Here are a few pictures I took inside:

Poster advertising "The Hats & Horseshoe Party"

News advertisement from yester-year. Check out the cost of the dress, $2.95!!

Display and video footage awards of past winners.

Hardcore gamblers betting on other games. This entire area reeked of alcohol.

I was escorted to my seat by a security guard whose arm was literally the size of my entire body. The ultimate race, "The Queens Plate wasn't happening until later in the day so there weren't a lot of people yet. The majority of them were outside at the party. I decided to watch a few of the races. Before each race the names of the horses and the odds of them winning were displayed on the electronic display board.

I consulted my programme guide for more information. I'm not going to lie, when it comes to placing bets I'm completely clueless.

Although I did find the horses names interesting.

Jack Pine, Spin The King, Proroguing, Endeavor's Dream.

Seated near me was an adorable little blond wearing a fedora and sunglasses. I suppose if I was a parent I wouldn't be comfortable with a complete stranger taking pictures of my child but seeing how I'm not a parent we'll just say I don't know any better. Before each race began the little boy's mommy would ask which horse he liked, "horsie number 1, or number 2" and so on. For one of the races he said he liked "horsie number 4 and as soon as the race began he started yelling "go horsie 4! Go horsie 4!" Seriously, it was so cute.

 Pictures of the race:

During the fifth race seated behind me was a gentleman whose uncle owned one of the horses (I know this on account of the loud conversation he was having on the phone) With one hand in the air he kept on screaming, "GO! GO GO!" At one point I turned around to take a look at him. He was standing on his seat and his face was so red from screaming that I was afraid the vein that had bulged on his forehead was going to burst wide open. When his horse didn't win he uttered very loudly the following words, "F*CK! F*CK! F*CK!" 

Sheesh! One had to wonder how much money Mr. Potty Mouth had lost?

To Be Continued.

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a lively weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess