I said I’d write about my trip to the Hamptons and Montauk yesterday, but I didn’t. I actually have no idea where the day went. I’m here now.
So, as a birthday treat to myself, I went out to Long Island with one of my best friends Lillian G. and her girlfriend Robyn.
I’d never been out there before, but I had such a good time. It’s so nice out there. I spent the first part out in East Hampton. It’s full of unreal homes like this:
Most of the homes near the beach look like that. I just kept thinking that if I lived there, I’d be swinging from the window sills saying “Hey guys, look where I live! Woo!” But I guess these homeowners take a different approach to life than I do.
The beach was amazing. I grew up on the coast of Texas, and I live in Brooklyn. The beach isn’t hard to get to in those places, but I’d never seen such a beautiful beach before.
The waves were huge, and the water was so clear—even the sand feels different. I got roughed up by the waves. Cuts and a little blood on my knees and ass. But I liked it. It was so fun playing in the waves like a kid.
I stayed the first night at some random (strange) house in East Hampton I found online. It was so weird. And, although the bed was really comfortable, I didn’t get a good night’s rest. (I’m not going to go into detail here as to why I had such an uncomfortable time there, but trust me, I got very little sleep. Haha.)
I had my friend William, who lives a couple blocks away from the strange house I stayed at, come pick me up first thing in the morning. He drove me around showing me the sights. And he took me to Sag Harbor. We had lunch there and got coffee and went to this cool bookstore there called Canio’s Books. (I bought a journal by Denton Welch and volume 3 of the Virginia Woolf diaries, 1925-1930. Biographies only right now.)
(Oh, yeah, I needed some beach reading, so I brought “To The Lighthouse” with me to re-read. It’s heavy reading, yes, but it takes place on an island, so…)
William then dropped me off at the train station in the early afternoon so that I could head out to Montauk, where Lillian and Robyn were staying.
Obligatory train self portrait—I think the navy blue pullover suited the setting and beaches just right:
Montauk was nice. Had a more easy going vibe than the other places we went to. (But my favorite was East Hampton.) This was the view from our cottage. So beautiful!
We did a ton of walking in Montauk. I like going for long walks, especially if I have no time constraints. Lillian found this neat butt rock:
I enjoyed my stay at both places, but we made sure to go back to the beach in East Hampton once more before heading back to Brooklyn. Lillian took this photo of me at the beach:
I think I look a little goofy, but I’m enjoying myself.
It was sad to have to drive back to Brooklyn. Passing all the Targets and Applebees and all the other chains was a sobering reminder that fun always must end and real life must resume.
Hey, that’s life.