Prince Harry Plays Polo

prince harrySo For the first time while temporarily loosing hold of the temporality of this blog, this person, was heading down to Washington DC to see the works of the still life legend  Luis Melendez from the deep vortex of Imperial Spain when he decided to turn around for a double Gemini pre -birthday meditation circle.  Meanwhile having to celebrate a birthday and seeing that Prince Harry would be playing Polo on Governor’s Island and that there were still tickets available he called the number from the internet from his car.  Yes, the tickets were five hundred dollars for a pair but the proceeds would be going to charity and in being part of the moment he swept them up.

This gave this now Polo match goer ample time to organize a wardrobe and ruminate over presentation strategy as well as to organize the day.  So he chose a blue blazer, turquoise English broadcloth shirt, orange silk Gucci tie (same as worn to the opening of the Pictures Generation at the Metropolitan Museum of Art), riding pants bought on the Piazza di Palio in Sienna, and long sleek black cole- Haan shoes for this outing with the suddenly garden fresh New York Polo set.  First it was to take the subway (oh my) to lower Manhattan to make our way to the Govenor’s Island ferry which turned out to  be the wrong one though the polo ponies were being trucked in the make the crossing and so we being of ample body walked all the way over to Battery Park City where everything was in order and we received our envelopes (birthday boy Neil and I) for lunch on the lawn.   Oh the day was  golden (…golden years golden years don’t let me here you say life is taking you nowhere angel angel….. the nights are warm and the days are young” and I beg your apology to David) everyone was bedecked.  Upon arriving upon the island there was a line after disembarking to be trollied to the polo grounds and while aboard I gave tours to an out of towner from Chicago who was also attending his first polo match as was I )…shhh don’t tell anyone).

Once there we had to run the gauntlet past the attending press but were not asked to stop by the media including the correspondent from the hopeless .  Upon making our way around the super boxes of the super people we got to the lawn area where golden chaise lounges were around while you had to wait on line to pick up your veuve cliquot picnic blanket in the veuve cliquot carrying case while getting your first glass of the champagne and all the goodies to eat such as smoked salmon sandwiches (and so it turned out to be well-chosen that this match goer wore a cravat of orange for golden orange was the color of the day as were all the pennants for the champagne house so colored as well as the neckwear of the assembled staff).  Suddenly I looked across the lawn and saw a hub bub and it was the Red Headed Windsor Prince being photographed suddenly he walked to where I was standing and stopped and it was to talk to a mate. It was only the three of us but I called over to Neil who did not approach but I waited for Harry to finish his conversation then said Hi, Harry he did not respond and then the entourage left.

This was all before the actual start of the match where the first polo ball or orb shall we saw as laid down onto the field or rolled by the first lady of the state of New York Mrs. David Patterson ( and though the Governor  himself was at Harry’s side at earlier events he was not at the polo match).   Competition ensued and I kept going to the organizers tent to charge my I-Phone  while catching flutes of champagne on the fly in the golden sunshine.  The game was fast  paced and the announcers kept talking also about the Sentebale foundation which is the charity founded by Harry and the prince of Lesotho in honor of their late mothers to help the aids stricken children of this small homeland within South Africa ( to find out more and donate funds please go here

Meanwhile, I followed the game loosely though at one point the ball which was soft for this event flew at me and I threw it back onto the field striking the side of the hindquarters of Nacho Figueras the Argentinian polo player and the face of Ralph Lauren fragrances’ mount.   The play wound on and eventually a score removed a tie-score and allowed Prince Harry’s team to win.  The third in the line to the throne assisted in the goal.

Then there was the prerequisite ceremony where the crowd gathered around the stand where the players were to be awarded a the trophies and all of a sudden a hub-bub ensued and I asked who it was and a lady said “Madonna”.   At first I could not see her and strained but then there she was under a hat with the Malawian boy David Bandu in her grasp. He was hugging onto her like she was the mother tree she is and next to her was son Rocco  (by the movie director Guy Ritchie) and looking for Jesus Luz (the twenty three year old model, then current boyfriend, and kabbalist ) and then there he was in a baseball hat off from the main picture and standing with two guys who were obviously boyfriend’s who I did not recognize (but on later internet reconnaissance found out that it was Marc Jacobs and his then current steady Lorenzo Martone) .  Soon after the ceremony was over (which Neil walked away from because the dizzy tizzy over the Madonna tableaux had made him sick of the scene) I ran into Demetria Daniels of and had more flutes of Veuve cliquot and had a shot taken by Ms. Daniels with a polo player which I still have not received.  Ms. Daniels then informed me that she would be training as a double decker bus tour guide at City Sites (the Nyc blue tourist bus) and indeed just a couple of days later I spotted her on a parallel vehicle to mine and introduced her to both buses.

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