Wherein I refrain from vomiting into my handbag. Because I am a pro.
Lunch with a view of the Sydney Opera House is some James Bond shit, you guys.
Our Lunch at Quay on Go Mighty
Attend Australia’s Melbourne Cup horse race in a hat by an Aussie designer? Check.
Tourism Australia asked me to choose six Life List goals to accomplish while we were there for Go Mighty’s Go Australia trips, and they suggested I attend the Melbourne Cup. I was told it was like the Kentucky Derby writ large.
That was an understatement. Imagine the Super Bowl falling on the Fourth of July, but everyone is dressed for church on Easter Sunday, and drinking like it’s St. Patrick’s Day. In other words, it’s a hell of a time.
The city shuts down, except for the pubs, which are open to televise the races. Everyone in Melbourne has the day off work, and all the ladies wear charming hats.
Some of the gentlemen too.
I came home with so many photos of hats — this isn’t the half of it. It seemed criminal not to record them all for posterity. I’d love to go back and set up a hat portrait booth there some day.
I called up to this lady to get a photo. Her hat is made of porcupine quills. Amazing, right?
I favor the hats that look like advanced DIY, because I love the idea of someone being up late the night before with a glue gun and a dream. This hat is made of little plastic geometric blocks.
This lady is a milliner.
Her hat looked like a different sculpture from every direction.
The tourism board had a table in the Rose Room, which was like the Alice in Wonderland version of box seats. There were so many exceptional hats in there, but this lady was one of my favorites.
I’m perpetually anguished that Americans don’t wear more hats. Not even to weddings? Has it come to this?
I find these super modern nature inspired pieces so appealing. The twig one seemed like it was floating.
I know we’re all a bit Gatsbied out, but come on. This is the quintessential flapper headpiece.
Look at that droopy side bow! You could do such a great boho take on this by ditching the rhinestones wrapping a bunch of wide, matte satin ribbon around your forehead.
This, surprisingly, is not Kate Middleton. Doppelgänger, eh? This woman was staying at my hotel, and I shared an elevator with her early that morning. Her outfit was tidy, structural perfection. I was awash in admiration, and so glad when I saw her again in the sea of humanity at the races. Click!
This girl’s bone structure works so well with her hat, don’t you think? Daring colors too. What a beauty.
I liked this woman because she looked so happy. Maybe it’s the red lipstick. Or the happiness.
This lady too. Fairy princess hat, hooray!
This was the only woman I came across wearing this style. The masculine lines in a sea of swoops were arresting. Top-hat update touché.
This guy. I have a talent for spotting the person in the room most likely to know about the best after parties, but he was hard to miss.
If you’d like to see a few of the more outrageous hats, and see what I picked for myself, head over to my Go Mighty story.
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Did you know Disneyland makes light-up Mickey ears and glowing balloons that interact with their light show? Here are what Hank’s looked like during the World of Color. Such a cool idea, eh?
On my way home from XOXO Fest, and I’m typing this from a Motel 6 where I did not even consider using this novelty condom. Awaiting a knock at the door from the guy with my Offical Grown-Up Certificate.
I fell for Australia on a business trip in 2005, “Australia! They have giant rats that carry their babies around in tummy pouches. Aussies! Very similar to Americans, except more in touch with their mortality due to the myriad poisonous things surrounding them.”
I remember that trip vividly, lazy breakfasts at Bills, feeding kangaroos, fruit tasting with a guy named Digby (Digby? I mean, come on. Central casting was in on that one). Also, they have trees that sting there! They call them Stinging Trees! Apt, Australia. Apt.
Anyway, one of the poignant things about travel is how you come to love a place, knowing you’ll likely never get to see it again. Because you should probably save up for health insurance and maybe pay your taxes or whatever.
So I’m feeling giddy right now, because…
A Bunch of Us Are Going to Australia
Go Mighty has been working for months with Tourism Australia and Air New Zealand to find ways to encourage folks to visit Australia. In the coming weeks ten people, including me, will travel there to cross off Life List goals and meet some of our favorite Aussie bloggers. (Hi, Pip!)
But! What about you? What if you want to ride a kangaroo while a didgeridoo sounds in the distance?
You Should Come Too
If you’d like a chance to win your own trip, because you’re canny like that, make a list of all the things you’d like to do and see in Australia — swimming with the fishes in the Great Barrier Reef, learning to butcher at Victor Churchill, touring Melbourne in a hot air balloon at sunrise, investigating whether Australian toilets really do flush backward.
Then tag your aspirational-Aussie goals #goaustralia on your Go Mighty profile. On November 1, Go Mighty will select one community member to travel with a friend to Australia. This is merit based, so do it up right by uploading fun photos with your goals, writing stories around why you want to do particular things, and setting goals that say something about who you are. Shine bright like a diamond, and so forth.
Let’s Fill a Plane on the Cheap
If Australia is on your list, but you’d like to visit with your whole family, or an entire small town, here’s how to get $200 off of each ticket:
If 332 of us promise to visit Australia in 2014, enough to fill an Air New Zealand Boeing 777-300 aircraft, it will trigger a $200-off discount code. Like a Groupon, but for koala hugging. Head to Go Mighty and click on Fill-A-Plane for all the info.
Come! We shall cuddle wallabies, barbecue in the middle of December, lasso crocodiles and have them pull our rowboats, then be reported missing on the evening news. Just like real Aussies.
Aussie slang prints by Droops Store.
I’m in Seattle. The coffee is really good here, and so is the weather. “It rains alllll the time! All of us are sad!”
Please. I’m on to you, Washington.
I’m here for Bumbershoot, which is a music festival, and PAX, which is a gamer expo. The latter is a particular delight. Last night we were passing through a hotel lobby, and a group of attendees were getting up to leave. The front desk lady yelled, “WAIT! One of you forgot this,” and held aloft a giant inflatable sword. The group looked around confused, until one of them realized he was about to leave unarmed and ran over to claim it.
On the way out of dinner, Jessie overheard a guy say, “Actually, she was originally a unicorn…” He was wearing a tail.
I like it here very much. Everyone should move to Seattle forthwith to enjoy the weather, coffee, and cosplay. Together we can drive up property values and begin to publicly complain about the weather, because you can’t possibly imagine how bad it is until you live here. No, really.