Well -- my very good friend Nicole (she resides in NYC), her parents own a home in South Hampton... Sag Harbour to be exact. And, it's an absolutely stunning specimen of residency. Every summer, well -- at least for the last three summers in a row, Nicole and her parents "swap" for a weekend. And, it just so happens that Nicole also invites her nearest and dearest to join her in the swapping. I know, we really need to find better descriptors to deem this event.... because swapping almost sounds like bad porn.
Nicole's Mama and Papa take over her apartment in the city, stay up late, eat out, enjoy the noise for a few nights, and Nicole and her posse take over the pool, and sheer gorgeousness of the house in Sag Harbour.
It's so gracious, and pretty much amazing of her parents to be so kind as to not only turn the house over to Nicole - but, to allow the likes of us in to join her in their home.
What a fabulous weekend it was, too! Here's the recap.
Let's start off with the cast for the weekend.
NICOLE, THE HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST!
J.P., GRILL MASTER
ALYSSA AND Q, I bow down to her cooking skills, and poor Q had crackberry thumbs!
JASON LUBIVITZ (is this how we spell Jason's fake last name?)
CHRISTINA, always camera ready!
AMY, YOU WANT THIS GIRL ON YOUR ULTIMATE FRISBEE TEAM!
NICK, TEQUILA MAKES HIS CLOTHES FALL OFF... well, not exactly.
SHANNON, Micheal Phelp's stand in for the weekend.
Now, for the script. What a time we had. Friday evening, we arrived in around 9ish. The drive wasn't terrible. It certainly wasn't un-eventful, I'll put it that way. I believe it took us all in all about 9 hours to get there. 3 hours tacked on for rain, traffic, potty/food breaks, etc. Of course, we immediately started to shovel the food and alcohol into our faces as soon as we arrived. But, can you blame us? After ribs, beer, jager, cider, more beer, the most amazing chicken salad ever (Martha Stewert doesn't have SHIT on Alyssa), snacks galore, and anything else that came within about a foot of Nick's reach we were ready for the traditional late night swim. Which, of course resulted in bruises, and scrapes to say the least. Some of which were self inflicted because we all know drinking and swimming can be a very hazardous affair, and some where so graciously given to me by others. *cough* nick *cough* All in all, by the time that 2:30 am rolled around, we were all snoring in our over sized, over comfy beds. Not before I left a little surprise for everyone to find on Saturday morning... I am such a mom. Yes, that's right -- I left a bottle of water and a little note for each of us on the kitchen counter.
I awoke Saturday morning to the sound of Nick and Amy's voices in the pool. I would normally be irritated as it was 8:30 am, and a rare chance for me to sleep in... however, with mimosas, bloody marys, and well just the thought of laying my ass on a raft with a drink in hand sounded pretty fabulous. Thus, the debauchery begins.... in the form of champagne, bloodys, then turned towards cider, homemade peach daiquiris, bangin' sangria, more champagne, something like 27 RBV's, and a baileys and coffee for a night cap.... somewhere around 2:00am. We laughed our asses off pretty much for hours on end in between. Amy and I deserve purple hearts after being tossed into the pool on several occasions and taking a speeding frisbee to the forehead. Dangerous, I tell you. Played a very competitive game of "Asshole" -- in which, I was generally the Asshole. Surprised? In fact, the sunglasses went on somewhere around 9 am, and didn't come off until I laid my ass in bed. Typical Hampton's.
The paparazzi even showed up!
**side note: I've just done the math and we spent a total of 16 hours in the car, and about 20 hours drinking, I'd say that = a successful trip. Right?
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