Industria on Gertrude. Desk on Hold. Is it Ashwood? Oak?

We started our day at Bear Brass. Oak's day was destined to be a day ruled by losing money and loving the Heinekens. Matt and I got all dressed up for the occasion, and as we travelled to Flemington, the whole travelling crew practised their 'Who are you dressed by today?' speech.

"Today, I'm wearing a suit, shirt and tie by Arthur Galan AG, shoes by Dolce & Gabbana, socks by Polo Ralph Lauren..." Wank.

It got more and more ridiculous the more and more we drank. Good times.

Paulina looked stunning in a Scanlan & Theodore dress. There you go sweetie. Love you too. As Matt & I continued to throw back the Heinekens we started to get restless, pointing out the number of truely hideously dressed women (and men) in the Nursery Carpark, at which point we decided to check out General Admission. Something I will never be able to witness ever again. It was really scary. We hastily power walked our arses out of there and back into familiar territory. Another Heineken thanks.








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