I kept thinking of the old (and hilariously ridiculous) Grey Poupon commercials when I went to a polo match the other weekend. Never have a I seen such a large group of people who looked like they all stepped off the set from shooting a Ralph Lauren ad–and this coming from a girl who went to Georgetown. I had to wait outside the polo field for a while, waiting for my friends to get there, and nine out of every ten people who walked into the venue were a) beautiful, b) well-dressed, and c) looked like they probably had servants, or at least very nice cars. Anyway, it was an interesting event. Unbeknownst to me before I went to the match, the best polo players in the world, and thus the best teams, are Argentine. In the words of two American guys I met who actually play polo (professionally! WHAT?!), the Brits and the Aussies only try to keep up with the Argentines. I’d say polo is a totally boring sport, but perhaps that’s because I know nothing about the rules, so I’ll just leave it at this: I probably won’t go to another one any time soon, at least not without some adult beverages to accompany me. It’s a much more slow-moving game than I expected, especially given that it’s played on horses. But it was fun seeing how many people showed up for the event, and it’s also interesting that it’s kind of a big deal here. Another Argentine cultural event down.