As a girl from Melbourne, the Cup is very important for me, so receiving an invitation to Swifts was a Godsend. Sydney doesn't have a public holiday on Cup Day. Crazy I know, because it makes Sydney-siders lackadaisical about the whole affair. I however, bought a new dress, donned a hat and whisked a girlfriend off to the grand old castle.
Arriving at the gate, there were many glamorous sorts who were after a day of high class excitement. A flute player greeted us at the top of the pathway and we entered the grounds of this exquisite residence. Table-clothed tressels were covered with platters of all sorts of goodness, patiently waiting for devouring. When that time came it was delectable.
The gardens are divine and there are many little nooks and enchanting trees to make your imagination soar with romanticism.
Exploring the building we stumbled across an enormous room with a gigantic television. It was encased in a gilded frame. Opulence at it's most extreme.
An International DJ supplied the tunes. A bookie took most of our money. The race was run and my winnings collected.
This day of perfection ended without a hitched skirt, or heels in hand or drunken pashes. All of which disasters are commonly associated with the races.
It was a day of pure class.
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