FUN IN THE SUN
Summer in NYC: for a native Floridian, I wait nine treacherous months to enjoy three months of sunshine. After hearing everyone regale me with stories of the Hamptons every year, it was time I got in on the fun. This is what I have learned so far:
The LIRR is a treacherous beast. Fighting for a seat is a fight for your life.
Surf Lodge has the best blueberry blue crab ceviche on the planet.
Dune is the place to go for the ultimate dance party.
Lily Pond continually hosts some amazing shows.
10 a.m. pool parties are perfectly acceptable. So are 4 a.m. pool parties.
I’ve discovered that the Hamptons are kind of like Vegas, an adult playground–when you leave, reality smacks you in the face like a golf club to the back of an Escalade on Thanksgiving.
