I was fortunate enough to make it over to the east-end of Long Island this 4^th of July weekend and celebrate in the Hamptons. One of my best friends from college invited me for the weekend to stay at his sister’s rental house that happened to be walking distance from the bars and the beach. As an added bonus, several of the other residents in this house bartended at some of the local bars and we would be able to get through the crazy waiting lines. What more could I ask for right?

I swear to you Mardi Gras moved into this Hamptons house every morning at 4:45am. Apparently once done bartending in the Hamptons, it is customary to come right home and drink/party abusively until lunchtime. Trash cans all over the place, road cones, random shoes, cars under the volleyball net outside, strangers under the kitchen table, and the TV on its highest volume are just some of the amenities that came with my stay in the Hamptons.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not upset. I didn’t even lose much sleep since I was passed out most of the time. I’m merely impressed. Partially jealous actually. How someone can work all day and night until close to five in the morning, walk home, and then drink the nonsense they were serving at not only a ridiculous time of day, but at a ridiculous rate; it’s quite astonishing.

I thought I was a cool dude when I left a good clan of empty beer cans on the outdoor table to show I could put down a fair amount of drinks when I want to. But when I couldn’t see the table the next morning because it was covered in beer cans and bottles, I knew I had lost; bigtime.

Long story short, I had an excellent time in the Hamptons. If you are looking for a crazy weekend that won’t stop until you want it to, head in that direction. There’s a good chance they will be waiting there for you; drink in-hand.

Thanks,

-Rob

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