Thursday, August 4, 2011

My, my, my...aren't we fancy?

Why you ask? We went to a polo match last weekend! I have to say - this was one of the best nights that we have had in a while. Basically, you get a bunch of people together (none of whom know a thing about polo), everyone brings food and booze, chairs, tables, blankets and oh yes - kids. And, you set up camp and watch polo! Luckily, the insane heat that we had all week broke right before the match, so it was actually a very comfortable night for sitting outside. The kids had a blast watching the horses and generally just running around...





 I have to make mention of the fact that the next picture was taken approximately 1 minute before both girls bombarded the woman with dark hair sitting in that chair.  It was actually pretty cute - both of them sat next to her for a good 20 mins and chatted away.  We did go over there quite a few times to make sure they weren't bugging her, but she seemed to love it and said that they were asking all sorts of questions about the match.  I felt like we owed this woman a beer or something for basically babysitting the kids, but she refused.  Silly Lady.
 Here is the group stomping the divots (sp??) during half time (is that what they call it in Polo?).  This was even more entertaining when doing it with 3 2 year-olds and trying to explain the difference between horse poop and divots.  They caught on quickly and LOVED pointing out the poop all over the field.  Every time we saw some, Alex would yell, "Oh!!! Poop!" 
 And, then of course, we all had to race back to the edge of the field when the stomping was done...



The highlight of the game was at the end when the entire audience lined up around the field and all of the polo players rode by on their horses giving everyone a high five.  Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of that, as I was too preoccupied with making sure my youngest didn't run out in the middle of this high five line and get trampled.   Overall, it was a great night and something that we will probably make an annual tradition.
 

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