For those of you Seinfeld officianados, you will recall the episode of which I quote, and you will recognize immediately that I was at the races today. In spite of some iffy weather, we had a thoroughly wonderful day at the Killarney Racecourse for the first day of their May Festival. Unlike the day at the Royal Windsor, today's races were Steeplechase. And we also took the advice of our old friend, 'Mr Branson', and placed all our bets with a bookie. It was exciting, it was liberating, and boy oh boy, it felt DANGEROUS!! But it wasn't really, cause bookies are a normal part of racing over in these parts. It's all very legit and aboveboard. Betting with the bookies is all about timing and odds. Now, it's either a testament to my loyalty, or my stupidity, I'm not sure which, but after placing bets twice with the same bookie, I felt guilty shopping around. One race I wanted to jump on better odds for my chosen horse, but the fellow offering the better odds was right beside 'my guy. I couldn't let him see me place a bet with another bookie. That would be like cheating on my guy. I just couldn't do it. I hemmed and hawed and then, the opportunity was gone and everyone was offering the same odds on my horse. Ya snooze, ya lose applies here!
Fay and I again instituted the 'Marjorie Philosphy' for this race outing, and I'm pleased to say that we were successful on 2 of the 8 races. We cashed in almost 80 euros on 2 races, so when you consider we were each contributing 5 euros per race, we practically broke even for the day. What a great outing it was. And it was Mad Hatter Day to boot, so we got to don our fancy chapeaus!
Before the races we enjoyed a walk through Killarney National Park with a plan to see ABC, another bloody castle. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending how you look at it, we couldn't get in to see Ross Castle because the tours were booked up until 1:45. That was just too late when the first dash went at the racecourse at 2:05.