Going to the Dogs

Tip: Never back a bitch who has time to smell the roses.

Saturday night and my mates and I were at Wentworth Park in Glebe to watch the greyhounds.

I got myself glammed up. I decided to wear my hair piece that I wore for Derby Day racing in Melbourne, teamed up with my True Religion jeans that I bought at Bergdorf Goodman in New York and white stiletto peep toe heels.

Of course I did not look out of place.

We dined at the track’s a la carte styled bistro. Maria and I had an octopus salad while the boys feasted on steaks with pepper sauce, mashed potato and steam vegetables.



Darin tucks into a bit of steak

Steve ordered a bottle of Brokenwood shiraz to go with his steak.

Oh and then there were the dogs. New to betting Penny, Maria and I received enthusiastic advice from a couple of blokes from Armidale.

“I can’t believe youse girls are single. I mean if youse were in Armidale youse would all be on dates within five minutes.”

Charmed by his compliment we enthusiastically put 20 bucks each on his tip – No 5. A gorgeous little stunner who took in a little whiff of flowers in a bush prior to her run. What class!

She came second last.

We had a great night though. Lots of friendly punters about, kiddies with their parents, a nice easy way to spend a Saturday evening. And my mates from the North Shore were suitably impressed. I mean where else would you get the Brokenwood Shiraz for $20.











Stevo and Dave suitably impressed with the price of the Brokenwood Shiraz

And the dogs were impressive too. We even got our pic taken in the Greyhound Revolver. Heck I may even get myself into a syndicate and buy a bitch. Anyone interested?