It’s that time of year again – when I pack up my bags and my friends and head to the Hamptons. As was the case last year, we’ll have a decent group: Me, YummYummy, Sleepless, Ice Cream Man, Skiwi, DDDG, Good Eye Money Guy, I’ll Drink It and a couple of people I’ve never met.
Luckily, the back barn isn’t rented out this year which means we’ll have a ‘quiet house’ and a ‘fun house.’ YummYummy, Sleepless, Ice Cream Man and I will not be in the quiet house. We’ll be having fun, not so quietly, across the way, in the barn. Although none of us were born in a barn, we are familiar with the phrase and are more than ready to put it into practice – the ill-mannered part, anyway.
As a result, others have stepped forward to be responsible. Specifically, Skiwi. While on a recent shopping trip at a big box store, he and DDDG took pictures of items and prices, then Skiwi created a food itinerary/shopping list and sent it to us for our review. A few hours after receiving the email, I received a text message from YummYummy, “30 bottles of wine and 10 bottles of champy for 5 days?! – holy fuck your friends can drink!” Coming from her, that is a very cute text message. She and I have been known to eat and drink our way across New York on more than one occasion.
This year, instead of crawling from pub to pub, we’ll just cross (crawling, running, skipping) the yard to the main house for food and drinks. If we’re on top of our game, we’ll even try to remember to close the barn door.