bugbites, sunburn and an inkling of this morning's hangover.

that's what i've got to show for this past weekend in nassau county, five towns long island new york. actually, i had a spectacular time, but was much more aware than i had been in my previous 19 summers before. this place, this lifestyle at the beach is rather surreal. these people cannot be real, one might think, and growing up over the years i just assumed that everyone drove beemers and had country homes. (note, the dierkes family drives a ford and a toyota and has one home. there are not many families resembling ours at either lawrence beach club or rockaway hunting club. and since i'm not busy speeding my x5 down ocean ave. i have lots of time to people watch, and that's basically the gist of this here blogentry. fyi.) so the days are passed at the beach club, shooting the shit about last night's goings on at the yacht club. golf is played, southsides are consumed, good times are had by all. despite the fact that i live an alternative artstudent lifestyle, i can't help but love living the good life, if for a few weeks every summer. sure, i can't relate to half the kids there, but we've all grown up together, our kids will be in tennis clinic together in another 15 years. weird and yes, surreal, but it's tradition, and i'm way big into traditions. but still, the art student in me cringes everytime i realize i've just signed a "chit" with our "member number" for a ten dollar black-and-white milkshake and frenchfries.

-the 4th was great- i didn't do much in the ways of patriotism. slept through the annual parade around the pool. but last night's fireworks were incredible. we were mooching off our friends the keatings, crashing in their guesthouse and last night we looked over the balcony over the marsh where we had a flawless view of every beachclub on atlantic beach, i.e. about 40 different fireworks shows at once. and as i got shitty on southsides watching that very trippy lightshow illuminate the long island sky, i thought, shit, i do love this country. even though i musta seen about 37 different "W 2004" hats/shirts/accessories this weekend, oy. yea, speaking of patriotism and republicans, just found out that Lindsey's parents were introduced to one another through none other than george w. and laura. thats a too-close-for-comfort george bush connection there, eh?

this blog is hysterical and obnoxious. i could make it even funnier, drop some names, like the fact that kelley's working out in southhampton as a party planner, she went to jay-z's pink party saturday and last night was puffy's white party. what?