No hat

I'm not buying a hat for Preakness - a hat which I'd wear once, so I can mingle with people who buy and sell horses (which they call "ponies") and own BMW's that retail for twice as much as my first house in Hampden. Maybe I should do as the natives do and drink about 12 Black-Eyed Susans and stumble around in my 3 1/2 inch heels. And I have this fantasy about Marilyn Manson and his creepy entourage crashing the clubhouse like in the Tainted Love video.