1. The only things to do in the Hamptons on a weekday are shop, eat, poke around a small town, and go to the beach. It’s lovely.
2. At an Italian restaurant, my friend D. and I were happily tucking into our meals when an older white woman looked at me disdainfully. I resisted the urge to shout, “don’t be mad because my breasts are real!”
3. While in Riverhead (not the Hamptons, as anyone will tell you–there are strip malls there), I took a call from my bestie. I ran into Wal-mart for cold medicine, and stood up in the aisle and chatted with her like we were at tea. I loudly proclaimed, “girl, you know men LOVE to play captain save-a-ho!” An older black woman walked by, turned around, nodded and smiled. It was one of the best parts of my day.
4. A stop in Applebees (in Riverhead), and another look, from another white woman. She clocked my Isaac Mizrahi bag and red trench coat and grimaced, as though I shouldn’t have nice things. The class differences between people in the Hamptons and Riverhead are stark, silent, and painful to notice.
5. More beach tomorrow.
p.s. just realized that men are out in these streets looking for a second wife while wearing their wedding bands. last weekend at Chili’s, one such man swaggered up to me. He proudly mentioned retirement, talked about how his kids were out of high school, and shared details about his financial situation. I was aghast, but hid it well. He was, to be fair, handsome, fit and most likely in his late 40s. But still.
I don’t think I’d like to be an an old man’s trophy wife. #singleinny