They arrived by helicopter (hence, Kate’s windswept hair), didn’t mingle with the throngs of Santa Barbarians outside the SB Polo Club, and played their parts – he, the dashing polo star on his steed; she, his pretty princess/duchess chatting with those who paid $4,000 to get in.
And since he won the match (good move, SB Polo Club), he got the trophy and the kiss from his wife.
And then they flew away so they could be back in L.A. in time for tonight’s festivities. I really wish they had stopped by and said hello, but I’ll try not to feel snubbed.
Love-it. Especially the “Santa Barbarians” comment, which I so hope is an original one by you, but am just as equally sure it ain’t. But that’s OK!
Yeah…caught a 60-second newsclip of Prince Willie on horseback, smacking that croquet ball with his big ol’ mallet (isn’t that what it looks like? Croquet on horseback??), winning the day, etc. Looked hard for that wispy young blonde Salahi-lookalike in the crowd, but doggone it, no Jane to be found anywheres…
BTW…do ya know that one of the ‘traditions’ in polo is that after the match, the crowd gets the elite privilege of coming out on the “grounds” and helping out the groundskeepers by tamping back down all the divots made by the polo ponies (avoiding, of course, those brownish things that don’t look like grass)…ah, such exciting fun for those Santa Barbarians…!
P.S. Happy Birthday, Michael…forgot to remember…hope y’all have had/are having a splendid day…!!
No, the Santa Barbarians comment isn’t original, Dave. I heard it when I first moved here and loved it. I didn’t know about the polo tradition. Yech! The festivities looked like fun on Saturday and I would have liked to have Salahi-ed the party, but I was a good girl. Thanks for remembering Michael’s birthday. How on earth did you???