A couple of weekends ago, my buddy Rachel and I (and a few other superstars) went to the racetracks at Del Mar. It's been there since the early 1900s, and funny-enough, I had never gone after all these years of living in San Diego.
Rachel's boyfriend Zach and me hattin' it up.
Sad Story: The first race I watched (thus, my first race experience), one of the horses tumbled on the track in the final 15-feet to the end. As the crowd was scouring the scene for the jockey, who popped up with a bit of a limp, we all then noticed the poor horse, who lay lifeless on the track. Not a good way to start out!!!
But...the rest of the races went smoothly (no more dying horses) and I even gambled a little. Spending $10, then winning all your money back is not too bad. ha.
Dresses + hats + a bit of beer + good friends = a good day :)
Everyone should go to the races for a bit of nostalgia and a small sense of history (as much history as California can provide!).