While we are still waiting for the race results to be published online, you would have made a lot of money had you bet with our 2nd Annual Foxfield Race Picks from CvilleGossipGirl.  Besides cVillain being your real money-maker, we have some observations from 2009 FoxField that we think were unique for this year. We’ll also be looking for you to tell your drunken Foxfield stories, so feel free to add them below.

The Beastly Heat – With a high of 91 degrees yesterday, it was damn hot.  It was so hot, that we agreed that it was nearly impossible to drink.  We think there were probably more cases of dehydration than of alcohol-related sickness.  Those who were drunk, we salute you and your exacerbated inebriation. 

The Euthanized Horse - Seeing a horse fall never strikes well with the audience. It’s worse when you see a horse with a completely detached lower leg and its subsequent euthanization.  Sad day.

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The legendary orgies that haunt Fellini’s, the fading bohemian essence of the mall, the top of the best places to live, a Miller’s bartender named Dave:  I came to Charlottesville long after what I’ve heard some refer to as the glory days of this strange town.  A city sparked to life during some moveable feast, fueled by an emerging, indelible arts and music scene, the veneer of big-city shallowness, drugs and alcohol, vagrancy, and a general sheen of bohemia.

Of course, I say this all as an outsider looking in, even after two years of living here.  What I know, I know in passing.  The half-smile nostalgic gaze from co-workers and acquaintances who recount memories of this city, its infamous and famous, its dirty and vulgar, its singular and spectacular moments.  Like a man trying to describe the first time he saw fireworks or the first time having sex.  It was wonderful, although a faded memory and an unlikelihood that he’ll never feel that way again.  That faded glory is palpable and the ghosts of those days can be heard whispering between the sounds of the mall.  Sometimes it feels like this town is recouping from a massive hangover from an epic party.  A party somewhat memorialised by what I can only imagine was gawdawful tripe, a flash-in-the-pan piece of poesy or a truly incendiary and inspiring verse.

Somewhere, somehow, I managed to find for myself a dusted-off copy of “Fandango!”, a poem written in the mid-90s by an anonymous writer.  In my adventure that led to the discovery of the copy, I also discovered Hypocrite Press, a local publisher publishing local authors who write about, you guessed it, life and their lives in the local area. »Read More

By now you should all remember what happened this past Halloween, or your friends should have told you the story about how you ended up lost in the woods in a drunken stupor.  A bunch of things could have happened this weekend, but lets narrow our discussion to two:

1.  the craziest things you saw happen Friday night.  I will start…it was a cold dreary evening, and amidst Vanilla vodka shots and random Miller Lites, an elf appeared, or was it Link from Zelda?  Anyways, this Zelda creature had a real-live hunting bow and arrow with him….with a quiver full of arrows.  After a couple drinks it doesn’t take much to convince someone to do something they should never ever do…target practice on Halloween.  Zelda must be a good shot sober, but definitely not under the influence.  A couple of the other party goers setup a target shooting area, 3 feet away from Zelda consisting of a large bottle of laundry detergent.  Our brave hero prepared for the shot, and missed!  The arrow missed the bottle by 4-5 inches and went straight through the wall behind it.   What ensued was a scene from a Quentin Tarantino movie.  All but the last inch of the arrow was firmly stuck in the wall.  When we tried to remove it we heard a very loud scream and some blood began pouring over the arrow.   Actually, Zelda didn’t hurt anyone, but imagine if there had been some drunk couple getting it on behind the wall and when they were ready to put on their “o” face the scream of the century is heard, and the other person thinks its kinky because it has a creepy “i’m dying” undertone to it.  Ya, it could happen to you to.
2. I am sure plenty of girls and some guys ( i am staring at all of you cross dressers) had racy outfits on.  Did any of you breakup or have a fight this weekend due to an costume?  We want details people.

By the way if you are reading this SHAME ON YOU, go vote!  [pic from joeltelling on Flickr] 

You’re at work and that familiar feeling hits. Your bowels say, “Hey dude, it’s time for a little date with the toilet. Let’s go. NOW.” and you’re filled with a sense of dread.  You’ve probably got 1 of 2 crappy scenarios:

#1: The single bathroom.

This is the worst. You go in, you try to get to business and inevitably, someone’s gonna come knock knocking on the door. Which sucks because for some reason, your butt hears the knock and gets stage fright. Your butt’s like, “Dammit! Go away! I need to be alone with this toilet. Aghh!” And your #2 is henceforth ruined because you know you’re gonna walk out and your co-worker’s gonna go in and flap their hand in front of their face and say something douchey like, “Oh man! Somebody took a dump-a-rooni!” or else you just know they’re gonna walk in and know that you POOPED and judge you. And you’re mortified. Worst case scenario is when you walk out and that hot chick/dude you have your eye on is waiting. You want to die.
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We need to hear some crazy/exciting/courageous/drunk/audacious/naughty/lively villain stories. I missed the “drunk posting” thread so much I had to recreate a similar post. What did you guys do last night? Saturday night?

I’ll start. I was strolling down the mall after watching a movie (it was to freaking hot to be anywhere that didn’t have AC) when I stumble upon Kiki’s replacement. I wander in for a quick drink. I make my way to the bathroom after the drink and wait a good 15 minutes. I am not the biggest fan of waiting. Finally a girl stumbles out of the bathroom with a sneaky grin. I head for the door and as I touch the handle a boy leaves the room. Oh my. What fun they had on a Friday night. Wait it gets a little better! I walk in the bathroom to not only discover they have a cool TV that allows you to view what is going on at the bar, but also the girl’s panties.

What an interesting drink I had.

Foxfield is finally over and I’m sure that all of you are sick of hearing about it. But now is the time for the juicy stories, the digital evidence and the OMG part of the experience.

I saw very little, but I’m sure with all the cVillain eyes, we have something to share. I’ll be watching YouTube for videos as they pop up! Send in your images/video and we will post it!

So, what you got?

UPDATE!! Check out our more recent posts on Foxfield:

http://cvillain.com/2009/03/31/foxfield-races-2009/

http://cvillain.com/2008/04/16/foxfield-races-2008-the-preview-to-end-all-previews/