The Daily Show’s Samantha Bee remarking on a 9/11 Memorial edition merlot and chardonnay: “This is real. You can drink this. If you’re a fucking asshole.”
Look, I love Ms. Bee and TDL as much as anyone but they’re getting laughs at the expense of a good company’s reputation. I’ve visited Lieb Family Cellars in Mattituck many times and I highly doubt they’re trying to profit off of people’s grief. They make wine; what’s the big deal about making wine to raise money for the museum and memorial? They did it for breast cancer and no one objected to that — though it’s claimed many more lives.
I feel bad for them — to get recognized on the national stage like this.
(via thegreg)
Labor Day Weekend 2011: theme night number one. Can you name the 1980 classic that inspired our getup?
The holiday weekend on the North Fork wasn’t just about lobster rolls and organ removal — although that’s a pretty sweet time right there. We were with a group of nine friends, some brand-new to me, some a decade old (one is silver and the other’s gold). They rented a vacation house that was a veritable shrine to PG-13 adult entertainment: there was a tiki bar, a hot tub, a vaguely vagina-shaped pool, a game room, a golf cart, a tandem bike, and enough ship paraphernalia to make a Kennedy feel at home.
In an August email chain that topped 100, we decided on two theme nights deserving of the house (never let it be said we don’t take our leisure time seriously). Saturday was (have you guessed?) “Caddyshack.” We attended a wine tasting in costume at One Woman and we were the hit of the evening. Folks were lining up to take picture of us. But they were all 40-somethings surrounded by kids on the last rabid highs of summer, so the bar may have been low.
I think we nailed the ecology of the Bushwood Country Club. Aaron was the naive eager-beaver at his yacht-club debut, just like poor Noonan, and Sarah wins mad points for scoring two amazing vintage golf skirts on eBay, in lemon yellow and patriotic red. Kate, in the green and white dress, channeled a Mrs. Robinson at the Saturday night dinner-dance, and I just wanted to be Lacey Underall (story of my life). Finally, M. evoked super-hottie Ty Webb with a snug pair of white trousers and glasses with a distinctly child molester/Terry Richardson vibe — which we couldn’t resist passing around the table for portraits.
They’re still giving me nightmares.
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I will say this though … of all the places to have a non-essential organ removed, Eastern Long Island Hospital might be the best. This was the view from his room. The floor was quiet, the hospital small, the staff kind* — and the bed was big enough for us to snuggle and watch “Iron Chef” the night after the operation.
* The first thing the nurse who admitted him said to me was, “I’ve already warned the girls on the floor that there’s a girlfriend on the scene.” To my puzzled look, she explained, “We tend to get a very geriatric crowd up here — so whenever a young man comes in the nurses want to know if he’s single.” Obviously I liked her immediately.
Check out this Montauk SurfShack that is so perfect it’s almost painful.
The fact that I am not spending all of August here proves, once and for all, that life is so not fair.
After the party, Nick kindly invited us back to his beautiful house — a house that his father built from the ground up — for dinner around the table with his family. They trace their Long Island roots back some 18 generations — that’s about as long as it gets in this country.
See, there is another side. (Give ya one guess which I prefer.)
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On Saturday we went to the Hamptons.
Heh.
Did we ever.
Look, I’m not trying to perpetrate any stereotypes here. The South Fork of Long Island is a fishing and farming community with deep roots, long-standing traditions, and pristine beaches.
But I’m not talking about those Hamptons. I’m talking about the Hamptons, the one you know from glossy gossip rags and cheesy reality shows. I’m talking high school girls in espadrilles that cost more than your rent and college boys in sports cars that cost more than what you’ll earn this year (plus next).
And the annual Thrillist pool party is the place to get it all in one potent dose.
Speaking of doses, I think I got a contact high from whatever everyone else was on. One vodka-pineapple and I was bopping like a maniac to the DJ’s ADD, 15-seconds-a-song mix of every single mega-and-minor hit of the last 40 years. I kept looking over at M. and falling over with laughter. It’s just … the last place you’d expect to find him (then again, he went to Dalton — this ain’t his first rich kid rodeo).
A few party highlights, from the top (click to see ‘em bigger):
- Can I keep him? Pleeeeeeeease?
- And the award for Most Hamptons Couple of the Year goes to…
- Guidos need love, too
- Nick, Thrillist Hamptons editor, hits le piscine
- Danielle and Mark make such a handsome … pair
- “You win this one, Jennifer!” (SmartWater was a sponsor)
- And finally, my boyfriend, drinking VODKA. Without ICE! (They ran out.) Oh Hamptonia! What hath thou wrought?
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Chicken, mango & avocado salad at Love Lane (with M.’s lobster roll across the way).
Current status. Frickin hilarious.
Wish you were here!
Channing Daughters.
I call this vignette “A Day at the Beach.” ‘Cause I’m creative like that.
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