Fuck. The dress code for ladies at the Cartier-SPC Polo Tournament Finals is "chic with your most elegant hat" and I don't have a hat (although chic I can do)! I live in Brunei for friggin' sake, there is no occasion where I would need to wear a hat, with or without exotic plumes. All I have is my beach straw hat, and if I tootle along to the SPC with it, once the tournament is over and the picture galleries are up, there'll be a picture of me with the caption "A Chic Padi Farmer".
I am freaking out.
Maybe I can just hang out with the boys near the horses and look after Iz's sticks, instead of sitting primly with my hat and drinking pims and eating cucumber sandwiches with the bourgeoisies and royals.