Greetings friends, compatriots, countrymen-
It's hard to know to say really. With two weekends notched away into the annals of history, much enjoyment and revelry has already been experienced. Our feet have trampled on the hallowed grounds of the Talkhouse, Ruschmeyer's, Cyril's, Surf Lodge, and more. We've fought gallantly against stern adversity in the form of poor weather, yet also had occasion to bask in the glory of the shining sun. We have dipped into the crisp June water of the Atlantic Ocean, then dried it off under the warmth of the sun on our porch. Miles have been run, beers have been consumed -- sometimes both at the same time.
Without even really trying, we penned a slightly unusual yet somehow appropriate nickname for our space at 52 Maidstone Lane: "The Montana". That moniker may yet be trending on Facebook before our time this summer is up. We've made a new flightless bird friend in Monty, and the Flabongo has made its presence known. We've discovered the wonders of Cards against Humanity, and sampled from a supply of other drinking games ranging from Beer Pong to Asshole. Our parents would be proud of our recently demonstrated cooking abilities, both in the kitchen and on the grill, and we've all managed to pitch in to keep the Montana clean. And importantly, all participants have thus far maintained a clean bill of health.
However, when I ponder this most impressive array of accomplishments, I find myself slightly bemused. My friends, this is because, as William Shakespeare once said, "The best is yet to come."
And what is yet to come, what we will collectively experience together over the coming months, is no narrowly defined list of activities. I can but provide a few examples that only scratch the surface of what is yet to come. What is yet to come is bounded only by our own talents and the creativity in our own minds. Nonetheless, let us try. This weekend, and in future weekends, I eagerly anticipate:
- Better weather
- More beach time
- Deck parties at the Montana
- Pool parties elsewhere
- My first Bloody Mary in the hamptons
- Building a firepit on the beach
- Chartering a fishing boat at least once
- Playing board games on rainy days (bring beverages)
- Hitting the links at Montauk Downs
- Touring a winery
- Surfing once it gets warmer
- Testing out a new tennis racket
- Flinging around a frisbee
- Driving to the point of the island
- Becoming a regular at the Talkhouse
- Exploring the rest of the Montauk bars
With that, I will leave you to the remainder of your Friday on the job. The job that, through the wondrous phenomenon of capitalism, helps provide you with the ability to enjoy the hamptons on the weekends. I'd imagine some of us are counting down the minutes until departure, and the promise of untold glories that lie to the east. I look forward to seeing some of you out there this weekend, and hope to see the rest of you again soon.
"Summer: Hair gets lighter. Skin gets darker. Water gets warmer. Drinks get colder. Music gets louder. Nights get longer. Life gets better."
-- @MrKendrickLamar
Happy Friday,
Rick
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