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The Scene
Don't let Mr. Saint's moniker fool you. Mr. Diabolina's buddy from high school is no saint. He loves him some Sin City and the ponies. So today he coordinated a degenerate gambler's dream: opening day at the Santa Anita races.

Mr. MBA (left) and Danny B (right) made it out completing Mr. D's high school possee. Here they are channeling Reservoir Dogs...Catholic school boy Reservoir Dogs. HA!

Confession: I'm not a gambler. Frankly, it's the equivalent of flushing money down the toliet to me. I'd much rather buy a handbag if I'm looking for a cheap thrill. Plus I find that where there's gambling there's the smell of desperation in the air. Invariably makes me sad about the human condition. Yes, I'm that Debbie Downer in Las Vegas.

Thank goodness today was so brilliantly gorgeous. Felt wonderful to be outside in the brisk air especially with good company. Keep staring up at the crystal clear sky instead of the people spending their monthly check.

At one point, I struck up a conversation with Mr. Saint's dear childhood friend, Sassy Lawyer. Mr. Diabolina had enjoyed meeting her last May at Mr. Saint's father's wake. And after peeping her big sunnies, sassy head scarf and zipper Uggs today, I sensed a kindred spirit. So when we were left alone sucking down cocktails to keep warm, I mentioned Mr. D's first trial - figured nothing like a legal victory to get a smartie lawyer talking. Never imagined the LOVELY exchange that would come next.

Sassy Lawyer shyly revealed that she knew all about Mr. D's trial. In fact, she knew all about us. You see, well before meeting Mr. D this summer, she had randomly come across my blog via The Knot.

When she met Mr. D, it was so out of context, she didn't even recognize him. It took her a few weeks to connect that he was Mr. D and that Mr. Saint knew the Diabolinas. And when she did, she became an avid reader. Hearts! What a small world, no???

The two of us proceeded to talk fashion and professional passion and female friendships and writing and marriage for what seemed like an hour. Like old friends. While both of our misters looked on anxiously. Adore. Hope we can stay in touch - keep our girl crushing going strong ;)

For dinner, Danny B brought over lobsters he'd caught this season which we served with tamales and BBQ corn and apple pie for dessert. DELICIOUSLY RANDOM.

Today was a wonderful glimpse of what life might have been like if Mr. Saint

And Mr. MBA had come home to the West Coast after college.

Glad we have Danny B and Daisy Duke's to keep us company

until the other boys and girls come to their senses and leave those Chicago winters behind.

The Outfit

Banana Republic turtleneck

BCBG leather jacket

Forever 21 black jeans

The Accessories

BCBG boots

Marc Jacobs bag and zipper earrings

Thrifted scarf

Forever 21 sunglasses

The Grade

A

The Commentary

It didn't even dawn on me to get my Kentucky Derby on today. F.

Probably would have looked pretty ridiculous anyway in the plebian stands sucking down Bloody Mary's and placing $2 bets if I wore a fantabulous hat like this one on a horse's owner. Sigh.

As I was getting ready this morning, Seabiscuit was the last thing on my mind. I was much more concerned with showing off my new comfy BCBG boots. I heart them. They look so much like these Loeffler Randall boots with the sensible heel and gold hardware.

But mine cost hundreds less. YAY me!

Newsflash: Boots were THE footwear of choice for hot chicks today. They were everywhere at the track. None cuter than Daisy Duke's Dolce Vita ones.

Tres LC.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Saint wore his new shoes. Got alot of heat for how glaringly unblemished they were.

Danny B also got lots of attention. For making the biggest peanut mess in the shortest amount of time. F.

Finally let's talk about my butter-soft-perfectly-fitting leather jacket. Reminds me of this Elizabeth and James one but at a third of the price. LOVE!

Also feels slightly Alexander Wang with the zippers at the wrists.

Can't wait to wear it to toughen up a frou-frou dress

Or just to look tough.

So many leather looks to try out.

I fear I am going to start being referred to as The Fonz :)

Gonna see if the TheFashionableFonz.com is taken.