A few months ago my boyfriend invited me to a hunt ball in Scotland. I had no idea what that meant, but I said yes. After all, I’ve been an expat long enough to know how to smile and nod like a pro, then Google it later. Upon researching, I found out that hunt balls are festive evenings that take place throughout the UK to raise money for fox hunts. Controversial (I love foxes! They’re so cute!), but I love a good party (foxes do eat babies, after all). Squashing my conscience, I affirmed my positive response.
