Attend a polo match

“We were standing in a flat, grassy field. It was nearly 95 degrees. Every now and then it was windy enough so I didn’t completely melt, but the sun was still beating down. I expected to leave this experience either looking like surf or turf: red like a lobster or tanned like a piece of meat.”

“Money talks … wealth whispers,” my friend whispered to me as we sat at the Santa Barbara Polo & Racquet Club, about to watch our first-ever polo match. We had just been handed menus for The Polo Grill and were taken aback by the gourmet selection of food being offered — the menu listed caprese sandwiches, grilled shrimp cocktails, and charcuterie plates, a stark contrast to the typical stadium foods of hot dogs and nachos.”