Here we are again. TSEC for the third time this year. Nice place. Hate the drive.

My Horse Show Road Trip Survival Kit assembled on the hood of the rental car: cookies for sweet (this flavor reserved for show weekends), pretzels for salt, yuppie gorp for nibbles, Lara bars & Glucerna for breakfast and other missed meals, Pepto & peppermints for a tum in various states of wiggliness. Food has been carefully tuned for (a) driving (b) to a horse show (c) by myself. If flying, I would take only the compact and TSA-compliant items. If no horse show, less of the nervous food. If Husband is going, he handles the food.

My trophy-prize duffel packed and in the hotel ready for another horse show. If you don’t think this tickles me down to my socks, you missed the part about my not-so-inner 12 year old.

Alvin waiting for a driving class. (I cropped the toe but he had the best expression in this one.)

Spotted chilling out between classes.

I put the siesta to good use and found a bookstore. This does not surprise anyone who knows me.

Alvin and his entourage waiting for a suit class.