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.