Screw the Code
Our crew went to the Ascot races yesterday. I'm not the biggest into horses, but I do like being in the sun, seeing girls in dresses, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, hanging out with friends, and losing money by betting on horses that don't win. So all my dreams came true yesterday at Ascot. As I sit here slightly sunburnt and listening to NOFX while waiting for my house to wake up, I reflect upon how awesome yesterday was. (Sorry if I woke you all up. I don't think it's possible to listen to NOFX at low volume.) Geez, I love dresses. Not on me, though.
This is Iain on the walk to Ascot from the train station. At Ascot, there's a dress code depending on the ticket you have. Lots of women wearing opulent hats, and dudes in suits with tails and stuff. What I'm trying to say is that there's some upper-class gear going on here. Then here comes Iain with Vans slip-ons, Elvis glasses, a plastic visor, and a £5 waist coat with his initials painted on the back. At least we couldn't lose him in a crowd.
This is Iain on the walk to Ascot from the train station. At Ascot, there's a dress code depending on the ticket you have. Lots of women wearing opulent hats, and dudes in suits with tails and stuff. What I'm trying to say is that there's some upper-class gear going on here. Then here comes Iain with Vans slip-ons, Elvis glasses, a plastic visor, and a £5 waist coat with his initials painted on the back. At least we couldn't lose him in a crowd.
posted by the Wootang at 3:05 AM
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