World's Worst Dressage Show

This thing, y'all. 

I am GOING.  I am RIDING. I am a COMPETITOR. And I am OUT FOR BLOOD.  I WILL be crowned Dressage Queen, as the most matchy matchy rider with matchy matchy horse.  

I can't fucking wait. 

My outfit, in pieces. My coworker, Lee, is taking the train down to Vancouver and attending the show and watching. Cortney and I are trailer pooling from her house in her Mom's trailer and we're camping the night before. 

I'm making myself a batwing holographic shirt and planning a giant REVEAL salute to start my ride and reusing my grim reaper cape I made for the Wine Ride in 2021. 

EVERYTHING WILL BE HOLO

Even my nails.