Sunday, August 16, 2009

Howard Does the Hamptons

I just got back from the Hamptons (Sag Harbor & East Hampton to be specific) after spending the weekend with some of my friends from college. You would think 11 people (yes, 11 adults) in one house would be problematic, but it wasn't. I mean sure, my first choice for sleeping arrangements is never going to be on a narrow couch, literally tangled up with someone else, and cold showers aren't exactly my favorite, but it was all good. No drama vacations, FTW!

We were supposed to leave sometime around 2:30 on Friday, however, we didn't leave until about 7. The friend we were staying with texted us twice to tell us, "ya'll some niggas," about our lateness, but I'm saying... one of my roommates didn't even get back from work until about 5:45! And I had to pre-mix drinks for the weekend (Gatorade bottles full of margarita, cherry splash margarita, and whiskey + cranberry)! When we finally made it to Sag Harbor, it was pitch black outside, and there weren't any street lights. I've never, ever, in my life seen the stars look that beautiful. I never realized there were that many of them. It took my breath away.

Right then I decided that, one day, I must get a summer home in the Hamptons for myself.

So anyway, we make our way inside and the night begins with Kings, the greatest drinking/card game ev-aaar! I got to make up three of the rules of the game =) Note: you should fear me when I get to make up rules in Kings. I made everyone talk in a British accent and decreed that whenever they had to take a drink, you had to drink for five seconds, minimum. 1-Mississippi style. I definitely ended up gettin myself done with my personal margarita mix and that 5-second rule. One of my friends also ended up incapacitating himself for the rest of the night because he took prescription meds and chased it with alcohol (not immediately afterwards, but close enough). Before he started drinking, we asked him, "are you sure you can drink after taking that?"

"Yeah, I asked my doctor and he cleared me," he assured us.

Hours later, just as the door swung open to let in the last car of people, one of my friends called out, "he's throwing up! He's throwing up!"

I looked to my right and wasted no time in leaping 10 feet across the room. But you know something? A sign of growing up is when, after an incident like that, the whole crew pitches in to take care of the sickling and clean up, even finding cleaning materials that the host didn't even know he had. We ended up putting the sickling outside with a bottle of water until he was finished and continued chillin. By the time we were all ready to go to sleep (at about 4 am), he ended up dancing and singing in the hallway in his boxers. He wasn't drunk.

Saturday, we went around town (when I get money... shopping in the Hamptons is so necessary) and two of us made it on the camera for Real Housewives of NY (whether or not they make it past the cutting room floor is still up in the air) and then we went to the beach. After going to Miami last week, I think I can make the call:

The Hamptons vs. Miami:
  • Miami has better water (clear and warm); the Hamptons has better sand (soft and sculptable).
  • Miami is more relaxed about things like clothing; the Hamptons has a more relaxing atmosphere.
  • Miami is packed with activity; the Hamptons makes you forget everything but how beautiful the night sky and the endless ocean are.

All-in-all... I'd rather build a summer home in the Hamptons. It's a place that makes you feel like you're on the edge of the world... so peaceful.

After the beach we headed out to main shopping/eating district in Sag Harbor. Two of the guys and one of my roommates and I ate at this BOMB Mediterranean restaurant. If you haven't tried moussaka... do so, post-haste. While nursing moderate cases of the Itis, we walked down to the docks, looked up at the stars again, and fantasized about the yachts. Now, I've been on a yacht before and I didn't exactly enjoy the experience (I get nervous when I'm too far away from terra firma), but man... if I had the money... Fuck the fear, I'd get myself a yacht!

We were going to make a bonfire, but some of us chilled back at the house while others searched for a party at Pink Elephant, however they were having a private event and the only entry was the purchase of a table... for $1,500. Welcome to the Hamptons =). Pah-ty done.

Clubbin was a bust, but honestly... I wouldn't go to the Hamptons to club anyway. I'd go to get away from all that. And it's definitely on my list of places to Ctrl+Alt+Delete.

Private beach in Sag Harbor

2 comments:

  1. I love NY state & have always wanted to go to the Hamptons! Glad to hear you had fun...the show was Desperate Housewives NOT Real Housewives? Will have to make a trip to the Hamptons next summer....Ciao Bella!

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  2. Thanks for the correction. I don't watch much TV so I always get shows confused and such, lol. Definitely make that trip!

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