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The New York Post described this year’s Far Hills Race as “a drunken bro fest” which is actually exactly what it appears to be. But while The New York Post attempted to use that as a slam on those that attended, I’m fairly sure that most of the attendees didn’t really care if they’re labeled that either way. If you’re not aware, The Far Hills Race (more commonly known as The Hunt) is a horse race where no one actually watches the horses. It’s like the Kentucky Derby’s infield, but with even less horses, in the fall instead of the spring, and a crowd that’s in a collectively higher tax bracket.
Last year’s Far Hills Race was an incredible mess that looked like a Barbour catalog exploded all over New Jersey. And this year’s was no different. In fact, I might go on record saying that it was even better. Let’s break it all down.
You know there was a conversation while they got ready that included, “No, you can’t wear that because I’m wearing that.”
If you look at this girl’s Photos app, there are at least fifty different versions of this #candid that weren’t selected for Instagram.
“I am not going in there.” – This girl to her boyfriend, probably.
This looks like the type of dude who shamelessly reads Maxim while sitting at this airport gate to fly to Vegas.
The “I majored in Marketing with a minor in PR” Starter Pack.
If we’re being honest, this spread lost all credibility when they decided to go with Captain Morgan over literally any other type of rum.
These dudes are just too vest to be stressed.
Please note that one of the #hashtags on this photo is simply #life.
But the #life hashtag was only upped by my new favorite fall hashtag of all-time, #vestiesandbesties. Also, don’t sleep on the #thingsgirlsdoaftergraduation hashtag.
The girl whose phone this was taken on had to have been so psyched. There’s no way she sent this photo to her friends before she posted it first.
#ootd
It’s like a tornado named “Trip” went through New Jersey and left a path of destruction.
“Can you take a photo of me on top of this leased Range Rover that Sarah’s dad got her for graduation?”
I feel like she had to delete the original photo she took like this because some dude accidentally left an illicit substance sitting on the bar in her first photo.
Chambong alert! Item of the season if you’re looking to get some early Christmas shopping done.
Mini champagne bottles? Check. Aviators? Check. A Boomerang to make sure everyone knows you #crushed it? Check.
As Lee Greenwood so eloquently said, “God bless the USA.” .
Image via Instagram
So this is one of those “Whites Only” events, huh?
Yea, didn’t you see the $100 entry fee?
I love when people say “drunken bro fest” like it’s a bad thing.
I would sexually disappoint so many of those girls…
and the tailgate bar is super dope.
Will may hate on the Capt Morgan, but at least they had Makers
Probably the only event in New Jersey worth going to.
Every stereotype of white people and the entire eastern seaboard are confirmed. Whole lot of roman numerals in that crowd.
Rich white people are something else man
Perused half of these girls’ grams and they’re “at the resort” literally every week/end. Why does god hate me?
Looks like a good time, but these overgrown children should try cleaning up their fucking trash for once in their lives.
It costs $100 to get in, most of that goes to security and clean up crews
I spent 300 bucks on a weekend beer and music festival at Telluride, and I didn’t just fucking trash the place. It doesn’t make you classy, it just means you’re an asshole.
Be that as it may, that’s no excuse to be a slob. That picture of the aftermath was a bummer.
Will, how about we get you out here next year to live blog this thing? I have couch for you to crash on.
Damn. This took place an hour away from where I live and I had no idea about it. Serious FOMO right now
Sup?
Seems we’re in the same area sass. I propose drinks one happyhour #forthecontent