Pretty much every weekend this summer has been a total bust for me, and damnit, it’s not my fault. With a few minor exceptions, the best part of each week finds me IMing or calling everyone I know to see if they’re going to be in town. Typically, the resounding answer is “Oh sorrrrry, I’m going to the Hamptons.”
Well you know what? If you go to the Hamptons on the weekends during the summer, you are now officially lame. Yes, you belong to the elite club of the throngs of people that still think rollin’ on E is cool (or even know what it means). You rent a house with 15 other people and still have to pay 2 grand for the summer just to see some guidos try to hit on girls who are out of their league. Meanwhile, the girls use the guys for free drinks and then go pop some pills and makeout with all the losers dancing to glow-stick music…and we all know how I feel about glowstick “music.”
That being said, I have never actually been to the Hamptons. Why would I go? I’m too cool for it. WAY too cool. What do I do on my weekends during the summer? Well it usually consists of going to Central Park or if it’s a bit rainy, going to the movies. Come night-time I’ll go grab a beer somewhere chill with all the other people who are just too cool for the Hamptons. I also like to eat hot dogs. If I went to the Hamptons I bet I couldn’t even get a hot dog:
Andy: Excuse me, sir?
Guy: Yes?
Andy: I’ll have one hot dog.
Guy: Um…I don’t have any-
Andy: With some mustard
Guy: I don’t have any.
Andy: What?
Guy: I was just saying, I don’t have any hot dogs.
Andy: Why not?
Guy: I’m a lifeguar-
Andy: Well I don’t see you guarding too many lives right now. Go get me a hot dog!
Guy: It’s not my job!
Andy: But I’ll die if I don’t get one, and you have to save me from dying.
Guy: Oh that’s ridiculous, no one dies from not eating a hot dog.
Andy: I haven’t eaten in 18 days. I will die of starvation if I don’t have a hot dog soon.
Guy: Look, you obviously have eaten recently, you have a marinara stain on your shorts. You also don’t look the least bit tired or emaciated.
Andy: Fine, if you don’t make me a hot dog I am going to drown myself. What kind of place is this that doesn’t have hot dogs?
Guy: It’s a beach! I’m sure if you just walked a few hundred yards up to the–
Andy: I am not walking anywhere!
Guy: Well you can’t bother me all day – I have lives to save!
Andy: That’s funny, looking around just now I only see one person who has a need to fear death, and that, my friend, is you.
Guy: Ugh. Now you’re going to kill me if I don’t get you a hot–
*BANG*
Andy: I hate the Hamptons.
Let this be a warning to lifegaurds and Hampton-goers everywhere: ALWAYS carry hot dogs with you. Maybe you can find a way to infuse them with the stuff in glow sticks and just wave those around at your crappy euro-trash dance clubs. I’m sure it’ll impress all the beautiful people.
If you need to find me, I’ll be in Central Park, being too awesome for the likes of you.
you are officially the only New Yorker I know who doesn’t go to the Hamptons on weekends…which makes you cool in my book. Any place that everyone talks about is bound to be grossly overrated.
Exactly. I’m a trend setter.
it’s overrated. there’s nothing out there really.
i avoid the clubs and showy annoying things. just a house and a beach.
seriously.
Oh don’t try to make yourself seem cool by jumping on my Hampton-hating band-wagon! Nice try Jazz.
i love that i partially inspired this blog. i am not going to take a side on this one–i have mixed feelings about the hamptons. but then again ive actually BEEN there.