A Polo Match, Darling...
How many times in life do you get an opportunity to enjoy a Sunday picnic lunch while watching polo... Even writing that sounds pretentious.
Actually, it was a very friendly and comfortable setting. Lael and I had packed plenty of food and even getting there late, we were able to find a good spot from which to watch the events on the field.
As with all athletic endeavors, the National Anthem and the presentation of the colors preceded the event. A few minutes before 2 pm, the flag bearer was mounted and posing with teammates.
She circled the entire field,
increasing in speed as she rode. Notice the hat is gone.
What an impressive horse and rider. And what a fabulous backdrop.
We did get to see a bit of the men's competition. And I thought it was pretty funny that one of the pictures I captured happened when there was a "foul" (not sure of the right word, but you get the idea). Notice the one fellow pointing as if to say, "Honest ref, it wasn't me, it was him."
The women's teams quickly showed a lopsided score; I think the final at "halftime" was 7 to 3. There was some great teamwork
After we had enjoyed a couple of hours of "The Polo Experience", we headed to The Jackalope Ranch. A few years back when this restaurant had just opened, Mike and I enjoyed cocktails here and the ladies wore the smallest, tightest, most "uplifting" outfits I had ever seen. So, of course, he wanted to share the spot with Doug. Well, shoot, they now have older and more clad wait staff. Ah, but it is still a very nice, typical Palm Springs, location. (And they have a male host that was delicious eye candy!)
The horse theme of the day carried on in the lighting of the restaurant.
It is gonna feel kinda empty around here when Lael and Doug head north on Wednesday.