Try, if possible, to imagine going to the Foxfield Races without Solo cups and actually watching the horse races.
Inconceivable? Not quite.
Welcome to the 75th running Montpelier Hunt Races; a National Steeplechase Association event, as made evident by the presence of many red ("pink," if you are in the know) jackets and beagle hounds roaming the course.
This past Saturday, the races were held on the grounds of James Madison's historic Montpelier. But as one's math might indicate, the races were not initiated by the Madison family, but rather, in the mid-1930s by later occupants of the manor, the DuPont Scotts.
Held the first Saturday in November, the day is a must for every Virginian in the Piedmont area worth their social salt. Testimony is given by the variety of hunter-jumper attire, especially hats or real mink stoles, on exhibit. The day is something of a mass tailgate, though as my housemate and second-year College student Maggie Graham noted, "it's a sophisticated tail gate with wine and brie, rather than chips and salsa."
If the Foxfield Races are about the beer, Montpelier is most definitely about the food - and the horses. The award for most elaborate tailgate, based both on table d
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