NACHO!!!! Oh sorry guys, I can't stop yelling Nacho after today's veuve clicquot polo classic on liberty island. Don't know who Nacho is? Don't feel silly, I didn't either but I have seen the cheese and I am a believer in the Nacho-revolution. THIS, is Nacho.
Oh Nacho, Nacho, Nacho. THIS GUY knows how to entertain you during a polo match. Did I know what was happening during the match? Meh, kind of. Did I care? No, as long as Nacno was waving and flinging his stick around-we were happy.
This polo classic was a SHIAT SHOW! I don't think I have ever seen so many people get TURNT UP. The best part? Every bottle of champs(pronounced shamps) cost $100!!! That's an expensive buzz! We had bomb seats and the dj was killing he 90s jams. I was a dancing queen. The event also featured abets dressed contest and my horse jumpsuit and the picture below were chosen. Click here to vote
The way the polo works is a few thousand New Yorker's get all sorts of dressed up, pack fancy picnic baskets, hide liquor in ingenious ways (not our crew. After last weekend I'm good with a liquor hiatus. It was water and lemonade only) and board ferries to liberty island. THEN you people watch. Or buy delicious treasures and walk around with fancy bottles of champs. THOSE PRESTOGIOUS YELLOW BOTTLES WERE EVERYWHERE. It was a ball.
THEN IT RAINED. We got poured on after halftime (during halftime they let everyone dance on the field to stomp out the divuts.) "It will pass" the Nacho loving emcee (can you blame him) would scream. "Hell nah" the fancy New Yorkers yelled as we ran for the ferries.
The mile walk back to the ferries was a WALK. OF. SHAME. Full of girls and boys sporting $500 drunk auroras. And we all laughed and laughed as the rich drunkards stumbled back towards Manhattan. Alright. Here's some photos.
That's all for now. I got a 10 miler tomorrow and a day with friends. THEN I'm seeing FOUR CLOWNS! So excited. I've been waiting to see this show for YEARS. Alright friends, until tomorrow. Stay classy and #RunSelfieRepeat