Equine Affair

I just got back from the Equine Affair and have a spending hangover, for those for you unfamiliar with this term, a spending hangover is when you buy wwaaaaay to much stuff and wake up the next morning to the feeling of utter dread when you contemplate how much money you have left in your bank account. Well, I did buy practical stuff, well practical in my mind, like horse blankets and clippers. Huh, I should probably say what the Equine Affair is before I go off on the list of stuff I got. The Equine Affair is a gather of horse people, no not like a Treky convention, we have jobs and real lives, to watch demonstrations (by some of the biggest names in the industry), shop, and have a kiss ass time. I went with my barn manager, and a bunch of my friends. I watch this finominal demonstration by a guy who trains police horses from NY police, and got some great tips on how to break Poppies (Pops) of his nasty backing up as fast as he can trick. I got him a great mid-weight blanket and a set of new horse clippers which he hates with a passion. My barn manager brought so much stuff, as did every one else that we made so many trips to the car the two days we shopped that I felt like me where chipmunks storing food for the winter. Sometime great happened the first night we were there, we went to the 99 restaurant in the town that hosts the Equine Affair and they said that it would be an hour wait but every place else was booked up to so we stayed. As one of my friends and I were sitting on stools near the bar I noticed a woman carrying a small child of around 5 standing near us. Getting up I went over to her and taped her on the shoulder and asked if she would like my seat. I mean when I have kids I hope someone will give up their seat for me so that I don’t have to hold a, however heavy a 5 year old is, for a half an hour. When the woman turned around I found myself facing an extremely well know and liked artist whose stuff I had been coveting but couldn't afford earlier that day. My friend also gave up her seat so they could sit side my side. Long story short she ended up giving us each a print of one of her paintings which together cost a total of 95 dollars. Ya for good deeds. Got to go sleep which as one of my friends points out is so so pretty.