I had never been to the Santa Anita race track before. Never been to any race track, for that matter. Over the weekend, we were invited to experience it, box-seat-style, for a friend's birthday. What a great place! For some reason I thought it might be kind of sketchy, filled with people smoking and drinking and gambling their money away while staring at the race on TV at the basement bar. Don't get me wrong- this intriguing scene could be found, hanging in the thick stench of stale alcohol. However, upstairs in the light of the beautiful sunshine-y day, outside, under the cooling overhang, was the glory of it all. This is where we were most of the time. SO MUCH FUN. Elegant and beautiful. The decor is old-world Hollywood and the place is in pristine condition. One could definitely get gussied up, big hats and all. The horses are beyond beautiful. Up close, you cant quite understand the perfection of their shape. To watch how each and every defined muscle moves with grace and power...it's just crazy.
Isabel, of course, was thrilled. Sporting her cowgirl hat, she got lots of compliments and couldn't wait to bet again, and again. After getting a brief tutorial by an experienced friend, five bucks on "Bootleg Annie" turned out to be the winning ticket. We liked her name and her color, pink, of course. Yes! We didn't actually win, but it sure felt like it, and that's all that mattered. When the teller told Isabel "Nope, you are not a winner", she concluded that, "He is kind of old and that his eyes and brain are probably broken". I agreed. We left the park beaming, happy to head home for a late afternoon nap.
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