These were the more classy ladies at the Belmont.
The attire was Kentucky Derby Wannabe, with cheap hats and NY style dresses.
I really have no room to comment on the dress code, as my style was against the pact wearing a jumper, boots, and a hat that could pass for a Diane Keaton Fashion Emergency.
So the one who smile like the skeery jack-o-lantern and make the gansta signs with curry and have the possible mildly touched little sister (just like my cousin Bogdan!!!) went to horse race yesterday and BROUGHT OUT DA SNARK against a certain someone who looks an awful lot like a pink princess we know.
And then what is to be make of this twit from Rambo the other night?
As for me, I’m watching the sunset, listening to guitar, drinking wine, not a tutu in sight
Do NONE of her besties like Poofy no more? Thank God she have small dog who poops everywhere (and vibrator*).
*Welcome to 1977 women’s lib.