High End Nesters Unite!
From skylines to shore lines. Bubba was quite excited when he saw all the deer signs. Golly! Ah, my darling-those are just to warn the deer not to crash into the mall safari cars- Range Rovers, and all the classic antique cars that seem to be the status symbol de jour. However, at the Hampton's it's all about the houses and shopping. Can a wedge replace a heel? While I wasn't looking for a deep existential conversation-it looked like once you get out there, not many looking beyond the surface of the objects which are so valued in this hamlet. Privilege, Parties and Polo. These babes bring Momtrepreneur to a new level. Bubba got a kick out of stopping for gas at the Hess where the oh so beautiful are lined up for Coconut Water AND cigarettes. The duality of choices I suppose. While this is my first trip to the Hampton's, Bubba has been and worked out here in his Secret Service days-celebs and pres's. 10.3 acres/house included $29,000,000-perfection on the East End. One after another. Recession? Recession? We don't have no stinking recession out here! It is actually prettier than I expected- the gardens are quite lovely and lots of tall bushes to hide the haciendas. Never mind that "private road" sign Bubba. That doesn't include Boca. Hello. So up and down the roads we went with me and the Pleepster peeking between the hedges. Bubba, next time helicopter please. And, does anybody know somebody who owns one of these Casa's??? Make that $15m and up please. As Bubba said "yesterday's potato field is tomorrow's $20mil house plot". God love America!
Pleep and Bubba found their favorite thing in the Hampton's - check out the tractor. They lusted after one to the point where Pleep had almost convinced Keith to put a bid in on one of the houses just to get the tractor. And don't forget good ol' Sag Harbour. Now here's a moniker I can relate to. After all that partying in NYC my face has gone sharpei ...again. Memo to self, must do something about that when we get home. Eventually, one does have to take off one's sunglasses....Chanel or not. On to the ferry to Shelter Island and the ferry to Greenport LI and the ferry from Orient Point to New London Connecticut....beats the hec out that bumper to bumper on 27/495. Now the "Jitney" (their term for Greyhound) makes perfect sense.
From skylines to shore lines. Bubba was quite excited when he saw all the deer signs. Golly! Ah, my darling-those are just to warn the deer not to crash into the mall safari cars- Range Rovers, and all the classic antique cars that seem to be the status symbol de jour. However, at the Hampton's it's all about the houses and shopping. Can a wedge replace a heel? While I wasn't looking for a deep existential conversation-it looked like once you get out there, not many looking beyond the surface of the objects which are so valued in this hamlet. Privilege, Parties and Polo. These babes bring Momtrepreneur to a new level. Bubba got a kick out of stopping for gas at the Hess where the oh so beautiful are lined up for Coconut Water AND cigarettes. The duality of choices I suppose. While this is my first trip to the Hampton's, Bubba has been and worked out here in his Secret Service days-celebs and pres's. 10.3 acres/house included $29,000,000-perfection on the East End. One after another. Recession? Recession? We don't have no stinking recession out here! It is actually prettier than I expected- the gardens are quite lovely and lots of tall bushes to hide the haciendas. Never mind that "private road" sign Bubba. That doesn't include Boca. Hello. So up and down the roads we went with me and the Pleepster peeking between the hedges. Bubba, next time helicopter please. And, does anybody know somebody who owns one of these Casa's??? Make that $15m and up please. As Bubba said "yesterday's potato field is tomorrow's $20mil house plot". God love America!
