A few years ago, boyfriend and I decided we wanted to experience the rarefied world of horse racing, so we took a field trip to the Willowdale Steeplechase in the fancier-pants part of the Philly suburbs. Although no one quite did the Ascot Gavotte, frilly hats abounded (I may even have considered buying one) and as you can see from the horse racing version of tailgating (floral arrangements! silver platters! fine hors d'oeuvres and wines! tweed! antique tailgates!), rarefied is pretty apt. As for the racing, if one feels a dire need to spectate it, steeplechase is certainly the most NASCAR of equine disciplines as there were not infrequent crashes.
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