Tuesday was Melbourne Cup Day. Traditionally, Australians go crazy for this horse race; down in Victoria it is even a state holiday. People dress up, gather together in fancy places, bet, eat and get drunk. Kathy invited us to the local golf club, so Lizzy and me put on our best frocks and heels and were picked up by Kathy and her partner Stuart in his lemon yellow 1960s Holden. Having no clue about the horses, Lizzy and me got a 3$ mystery bet, needles to tell you that we did not win anything. Down at the Golf Club we were the youngest, but got sweet pink sparkling wine as a welcome drink which put us in an excellent mood. We got another bottle and listened to the various games the organizers staged to pass the time (here too, luck was not with us and we did not win anything of the attractive prices among which were various six-packs of beer specialties). But, as it is custom, we drank a lot, devoured an ambitious seafood buffet. The race itself started at 3pm and lasted only a few minutes, and in the end we were too high spirited to bother losing our 3$. Lizzy and me went back to the Valley and rode the Quad bike in the paddies.
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