Weather forecast in the South Fork of Long Island (aka "Das Hamptons - Land of Rich People, Big Houses and a Fairy Dusting of Glamour") read: "Get your blinding white asses out to the beach now as there will be thunderstorms that not even the Spielbergs and the Hedge Fund Folk with Hedges the height of your favorite basketball player can prevent." So we did. We were on the sand around 10am with chairs, towels, umbrella, books, sunscreen, the works. Folks, I have to say I had the best day and could have cared less if it rained the rest of my time there. THIS was living! The sand was hotel ashtray white, the surf was perfect temp and the reading was excellent. Greg and I even walked along the beach collecting shells and trading stories. If summer is supposed to BE something, then this was it. In pill form.
Boys on the SandAfter coming home to take naps to recover from relaxing all day we got dressed and went out for a drive that included the beach at East Hampton and a walk around the various villages where locals can feast on real estate agencies and women's clothing boutiques.
We ended up in lovely and very picturesque Sag Harbor for dinner. Of course I have really nary a photo of Sag Harbor, but it is quite historical, but I guess most importantly Chrities Brinkley lives here.
Greg about to enjoy his feast in Sag Harbor.
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