Hamptons
Well...okay.
We get here, theres a hardtop convertible Mercedes. Pickup is from 0 to 40 in about...5 seconds. Tops. Seriously. Annnnd Uncle Bob is like "Oh, you guys can use this car if you want."
"Or if you want," Anna says, "You can use mine."
"Or mine," Angela says.
Cooooool.
Theres an unlimited supply of everything here. We were running out of gas, we wereall going to chip in 5 dollars to replace it (it runs on premium, that Mercedes) but Uncle Bob just gave us his credit card (not his black one - i don't know if you guys have ever heard of the black card at all) and seriously? It cost 71 dollars to fill up the tank.
No biggie.
We went to the beach in the Hamptons yesterday, it was so much fun, except for that riptide. But after having everyone laugh at me at my lack-of-athletic prowess, I somewhat redeemed myself because hell, I've been swimming for years. And I mean REALLY swimming. So riptide, while exhausting, was manageable.
So last night was the big partay. There had been a barbecue on the beach the night before, which had really good food, but i was sad ata the lack of seafood. Last night there was a rumor that there would be more filet mignon, which kind of made me melancholy because I wanted seafood.
Oh, was that rumour wrong.
We ate caviar and drank champagne, and I helped myself to shrimp and clams. There was duck salad on top of sweet potato cakes and mango-and-brie quesadillas.
Then, for dinner? There was lobster. Holy crap. And the desserts were amazing too; cannoli, raspberry mousse in little dark chocolate bowls, and then an open bar where I had like 3 cosmos.
Emma and I tore up the dance floor, and we werea little tipsy and laughing the entire time, and it was really sad because the kids table (which we weren't at, yay) were all dark and sad etc. They didn't even put the lights on for them,, and kept forgetting to bring food out. Emma and I were like "Aww, thats sad...PEACE"
When I'd had a couple cosmos, I kept providing champagne for the kids and trying to peer pressure them into underage drinking. Just kidding. ohman. What fun.
Oh, its funny. Every caris a mercedes or beemer or something. Ooh! gotta go. TTYL!
We get here, theres a hardtop convertible Mercedes. Pickup is from 0 to 40 in about...5 seconds. Tops. Seriously. Annnnd Uncle Bob is like "Oh, you guys can use this car if you want."
"Or if you want," Anna says, "You can use mine."
"Or mine," Angela says.
Cooooool.
Theres an unlimited supply of everything here. We were running out of gas, we wereall going to chip in 5 dollars to replace it (it runs on premium, that Mercedes) but Uncle Bob just gave us his credit card (not his black one - i don't know if you guys have ever heard of the black card at all) and seriously? It cost 71 dollars to fill up the tank.
No biggie.
We went to the beach in the Hamptons yesterday, it was so much fun, except for that riptide. But after having everyone laugh at me at my lack-of-athletic prowess, I somewhat redeemed myself because hell, I've been swimming for years. And I mean REALLY swimming. So riptide, while exhausting, was manageable.
So last night was the big partay. There had been a barbecue on the beach the night before, which had really good food, but i was sad ata the lack of seafood. Last night there was a rumor that there would be more filet mignon, which kind of made me melancholy because I wanted seafood.
Oh, was that rumour wrong.
We ate caviar and drank champagne, and I helped myself to shrimp and clams. There was duck salad on top of sweet potato cakes and mango-and-brie quesadillas.
Then, for dinner? There was lobster. Holy crap. And the desserts were amazing too; cannoli, raspberry mousse in little dark chocolate bowls, and then an open bar where I had like 3 cosmos.
Emma and I tore up the dance floor, and we werea little tipsy and laughing the entire time, and it was really sad because the kids table (which we weren't at, yay) were all dark and sad etc. They didn't even put the lights on for them,, and kept forgetting to bring food out. Emma and I were like "Aww, thats sad...PEACE"
When I'd had a couple cosmos, I kept providing champagne for the kids and trying to peer pressure them into underage drinking. Just kidding. ohman. What fun.
Oh, its funny. Every caris a mercedes or beemer or something. Ooh! gotta go. TTYL!