EN blogger finalist Yvette Seger is back with more Tips for Eventers Living in Itty-Bitty Apartments in the City. Yvette will always be remembered for the famous Insane Walmart Ride, and we welcome her contributions to Eventing Nation.
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From Yvette:
Tips for Eventers Living in Itty-Bitty Apartments in the City – The Business Casual Edition
Hey there, Eventing Nation! I know, I know…you were probably worried that one of my neighbors confronted me about my last post regarding internet access and were about ready to send out search parties to look for my carcass in Rock Creek Park. But alas, I was not accosted by the Wu Tang LAN…just busy makin’ paper to keep my boys in some fly Nunn Finer threads. Such is the life of the adult amateur competitor…*sigh*
But I digress…
For the most part, I’m hard pressed to find any similarity between my “horse life” and my “work life,” however the weekend while many EN readers were at the AECs gallivanting around Chatt Hills, I was stuck in DC attending a work related function. I know, I know, you’re like, “who cares?” Well, the point is, it was a hot, 80% humidity weekend here in DC. While that forecast is not terribly unusual for a city stupidly constructed in a swamp, it is uber-flippin’-annoying when temps seem to soar after days and days of pleasantness ONLY on those days on which you are required to wear a suit and look semi-pulled together. But while everyone else at the conference looked hot, bothered, and really kind of slimy after the five minute walk from the Metro stop to the event, I apparently managed to look pulled together and not at all affected by the heat, prompting a colleague to ask, “what’s your secret?”
Naturally, I’ll say it’s the impractical equestrian attire!
Tip for Eventers Living in Itty-Bitty Apartments in the City #6:
Eventers are uniquely trained to excel in the fashions (or lack thereof) associated with a “day job” in corporate America that allows them to afford their insane hobby…I mean, who else can rock a helmet, black wool-blend coat, pants that resemble a leather diaper, tall black boots, gloves and a virtual tourniquet around their necks while riding around in a dusty arena on days in which the heat index is over 100 and stilll look elegant? Just don’t take your helmet off for a post-ride photo-op – I can guarantee that it’s a freakin’ hot mess up in there, and you would rather spend your time riding than untagging unsightly photos on Facebook.
