Last weekend I went horseback riding and wine tasting out in Virginia. Then next month, I’ll be attending the Virginia Gold Cup. If you didn’t already know that I’m a twenty-something working at a small non-profit, you might have mistaken me for a member of high society based on those first two sentences. This is part of my fake-it-til-you-make-it theory about how I, may technically be but, am not actually an adult. Because really, going to work is just dressing up in business clothes. Going to a cocktail party is just dressing up in pearls, heels, and a little black dress. Putting these clothes on doesn’t miraculously turn me into an adult. It’s just a big game of dress-up and pretend, which happen to be my favorite games as a child.
You know what’s even better about this quasi-adulthood? Not only can I dress-up like I’ve got my life figured out, but I also get to go to fancy events like wine tasting and horse races. Thanks to the numerous deal emails that grace my inbox every day, I can do things I normally wouldn’t spend money on, and at half the cost! On the outside, it may look like I’m dining at a fancy restaurant, but little do you know, I’m only spending a fraction of the price to eat there. That’s the secret of how I was able to spend a lovely Saturday afternoon in Hume, Virginia riding horses and sipping wine.
I often find that without a conveniently already-written handbook on how to be an adult, I must figure things out for myself and come up with creative ways to get around roadblocks (usually when Google hasn’t gotten me anywhere). I recently polled my Twitter followers and Facebook friends on where to get a Kentucky Derby hat, and within an hour of posting, I was directed to exactly what I was looking for. I may not be a real adult, but at least I’ve figured ways around that shortcoming.