Pent up expectations fueled the weekend masses as they foraged the East Hampton Farmer's Market early Saturday morning for organic mushrooms from the sleepy-eyed mushroom guy in his floppy hip hop hat and dread locks- a first stop on the trail to the quintessential weekend round up. While further on down Three Mile Harbor Road the keenest of house scouts ran reconnaissance elbowing their way through the maze of delectables at Round Swamp Farm in search of the perfect Strawberry Rhubarb Pie. This was jungle warfare disguised in Yves St. Laurent sunglasses and Tory Burch, elbows locked and iPhones ready.
Saturday afternoon painters and carpenters were still putting the finishing touches on the entrance at Club Capri over in Southampton two blocks away from Hampton Jitney's command central. But in the damp fog that blanketed County Road 39 round 11 p.m. the doors were open and a determined few lingered on the freshly painted railing taking a smoke.
By 10 p.m. Sunday night the overflow from Sen and Phao on Sag Harbor's Main Street looked like its own universe of dance club exiles not particularly phased if a table or spicy tuna roll ever materialized. Like schools of blowfish they swayed in the tide moving this way and that, hovering at the hostess stand, sticking to their kind.
So venture out we did come Monday evening ever hopeful - only to find Midnight In Paris sold out by 6:20. It had rained earlier in the day so foolishly we figured the crowds had left and a 6:45 movie would be the perfect cap to a record-breakingly popular Memorial Day Weekend. We had earned an evening to ourselves after the onslaught of Mini Coopers careening the back roads breaking the sound barrier to our otherwise silent spring. But city girls have their ways and being a guest in my own hometown - a native among them - who was I to argue, plopped 3rd row center, neck arched, soaking up Woody Allen's unabashed love poem to 1920s Paris tripping off Owen Wilson's befuddled lips? There we were planted in a sea of New Yorkers watching their favorite New York satirist spin wittily on the charms of a bygone age in this most New York of East End towns - stars in our own casting call.
How fun! Great idea!
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised there were so many people at the movies on Monday night. We had a late lunch in Bridgehampton on Monday at 2, and everyone was headed back to the City at that hour-- 27 was backed up for miles.