May 20 2014
The day after the Potomac Hunt Races isn’t a functional Monday; it’s just a bunch of hours strung together… an interminable slog to the finish line: rest, recovery and Tuesday. After days of preparation leading up to the Races, all the grunt work, not to mention the pre-parties… and the pre-pre-parties, and then the actual event on Sunday–
–well, Monday’s pretty ugly.
If dinner’s any indication, I served the kids the following on Monday night:
- 1 slice of pizza, divided three ways
- 2 chicken nuggets per kid
- snap peas — about 20 — divvied into 3 portions
- 1 peeled carrot per person
- a pint of wrinkled blueberries.
Voila, dinner is served!
To their credit, the kids didn’t utter a word. I had that post-race glaze that said: tread lightly.
But enough about recovery, fatigue and hangovers. Were the Races worth it?
A few of our friends host a tailgate that’s always theme based. Previous themes have included safari, pirate, Wild West, and horny (don’t ask).
This year’s theme: “War Horse.”
When we weren’t socializing, snacking or depleting the mojito supply, we were piloting the gator — sometimes ferrying equipment, sometimes shuttling elderly folks or heavily burdened families en-route to their parking spots. But more often than not, we were entertaining kids in joyride fashion. Every time we started the gator, children emerged from the woodwork.
Amidst all of this, there were races and horses — the whole point of the day.
Cayden, Hadley and Brynn managed to monopolize on the event… not by betting, but by taking advantage of bettors. Hadley made a bunch of rubber-band bracelets and the kids peddled them rail-side between races.
Asking $1-$2 each, they pocketed $50 total.
A day’s end it was time to hang it up, break down the tailgates, pack up the leftovers…
…and distribute the kids to their rightful owners.