After the great costume class had concluded, we scurried out of the arena to get ready for the very next class…the WATER GLASS Class. I thought it was going to be a race to carry water and fill a coffee tin, and like all the other times I assume anything, I was wrong.
Out of the ring we came. I slammed the costumed saddle off and the fox pelt. I got out of my green boots and put my regular boots on. I threw the other saddle on Velvet and was helped once again by my faithful crew of friends…Mona Dollarhide and Bob Howe. By this time, my face was a blazing flame, somewhat influenced by the real heat and humidity, along with my passionate flaring hot flashes in moments of stress. I staggered up the bleachers and signaled Velvet to slide her body in position for mounting. I was able to get on and stay on. At 110 degree body heat index I was ready for the next contest. The other contestants yelled at me to go through the DQP and amazingly enough…I grumbled. I love the DQPs. I love that they are there. I mistakenly emitted some kind of negative radiant speech like, “What! I just came out of a class!” When in my right mind, I would cheerfully go through the DQPs’ testing 50 times a night.
Into the arena we went for the water glass race. Whoops, everyone was getting a glass with water in it. I was suspicious that the judges were notconcerned about my personal heat index and had not given me this water to cool down. I was right. We were all holding our little water glass and were told that the person with the most water left in the glass at the end of the contest would be the winner. Well, Velvet and I haven’t got around to perfecting our smooth fox trot! We were in our disguise as a rough riding show horse. I knew that I should make the most of that water and just drink it, but I chickened out.
Away to the rail went the class. I was holding my glass in the outside hand…a big mistake. All my water fell out in one big lurch-right on my black pants…in a conspicuous spot! I tried to cover this up and wrap my midget-sized fingers around the glass in a vain attempt to hide the fact that my water was all gone. Had anyone looked down…they could see where it went. Well, at least I had one cool spot on my body! I prayed for a hotter day, so my pants would dry before I left the arena!