The hotel where I'm staying has a bar called 'The Polo Lounge' - it has saddles for bar stools. So I sat on a saddle at a marble bar and drank beer. When no one was looking, I squeezed my thighs a bit and pretended to ride. Dork? Certainly. Obscenely tacky? Absolutely. Was the barman named Ralph? Sadly, no. But it was a bright part of the day, and I'm not going to take those for granted.