It is one of the most anticipated events each year for Wahoos. Whether you saw a horse or not, here's a timeline recap of how your day might have gone.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

6:30 a.m. Bright and early, your alarm clock rings. This is probably the earliest you've ever woken up on a Saturday morning, but you jump out of bed with excitement because it's the day you've been waiting all year for: Foxfield.

7:00 a.m. Ladies, you've put on your new Lilly Pulitzer dress, and you've got your floppy sun hat in hand. Gentlemen, you're decked out in a Vineyard Vines shirt and bow tie along with shorts of some pastel shade, and you're ready to go.

7:30 a.m. Breakfast time! Everyone knows that you have to get some food in your system before that first drink once you arrive at Foxfield. Evidently, this was the longest Bodo's line you've ever seen. Mimosas may or may not also be present.

8:30 a.m. Your ride is departing, and you're ready for the day ahead of you. A little rain can't stop us!

8:30–10:30 a.m. Possibly the longest 5.7 mile drive ever. Yes, it was only 5.7 miles away. Someone may or may not have already thrown up on the bus.

10:30 a.m. FINALLY ARRIVED AT FOXFIELD. Grab your hats and your coolers, and get ready to go. Turns out it's a lot harder to find your assigned plot than you had imagined.

11:00 a.m. You run around quickly in an attempt to get all the free koozies, stickers, cups, and Vineyard Vines whale hats before they all run out. It's quite a sad moment when those whale hats run out the second before you get to the tent.

11:30 a.m. Lunch time! Excitedly running back to your tent for sustenance, only to find out that the only food left to be found is rain-soaked Cane's chicken and some chip crumbs.

12:00 p.m. Noon rolls around and you take a couple more drinks, remembering that Foxfield is a marathon, not a sprint.

12:30 p.m. At this point, you've done at least a few, if not all, of the following: lost your friends, taken a few more shots, gotten beer poured on you, slipped and fallen, cried, gotten lost again.

1:00 p.m. Question life choices.

2:00 p.m. Rain. So much rain. And cold. You're practically soaked by this point especially if you don't have an umbrella. And even if you did, you're probably still soaked.

2:30 p.m. You thought you made it out alive only to discover Cane's sauce that somehow got all over your outfit. (When did that even happen?)

3:00 p.m. You're getting ready to leave, but wait… is that a horse you see? Or was that just some guy in a costume? The world may never know.

3:15 p.m. You had no idea that trying to find the bus would be this hard. Why do they all look the same?!

4:30 p.m. You're finally home. How did you get back here? Also unsure. But you're back, and that's what matters.

5:00 p.m. onwards If you didn't pass out the second you got home, you were probably shoving food in your face. Otherwise, you're taking the best nap of your life.

Thanks for a great (and questionable) time, Foxfield 2015, even though it was cold and rainy. See you again next year!