Last Hamptons Weekend

My last weekend in the hamptons this summer was cheapie chic. Stayed in Cass's house of Cassworld.com and it was it's usual ihop experience (international house of partyers). French, sweedish, british, pakistani, italian, you name it we had the language spoken. It was a refreshing change from the other house that I was staying in that was pretty all white bread american. Polo on Saturday I decided had finally jumped the shark in my books because I spotted the fashion gate crasher there. He's an older guy who is famous for gatecrashing fashion parties and shows in head to toe outlandish outfits. He only gets in because his outfits are so awful/amazing-head to toe neon was his choice for polo and I'm not sure why. Due to the Softball match the same afternoon there were zero celebrities and no champagne so it was a total...why bother???
The rest of the weekend was pretty fab with a massive bbq, volleyball on the beach (which I pitched in by watching), walks into town, and as usual some romantic interest. My RI for the weekend is my italian guest-a lawyer from milan who when I found out is actually still legally married held no interest for me. That didn't stop him from cozying up or trying to take me out to breakfast. Can't say I blame him but really he's not going to get past the front door as I'm no husband snatcher. More to reveal later...

Polo in the Hamptons

Really is there anything more glamorous than the Mercedes Benz Polo VIP tent Saturdays in the Hamptons? It certainly is a great opportunity for many corporate sponsors-pop chips, and teak furniture, stoli vodka....but NO CHAMPAGNE....say what! Why go??? For the people watching...for the polo match which no one watches. I spotted a few of the Housewives of New York City looking desperate...all of whom will go to an opening of an envelope. Jill Zarin, Alex McCord, and Ramona. I also saw Jon of Jon and Kate who every paparazzi made a big 2 DO about which I cannot understand. He's famous for having 8 kids...who cares. The most amusing part of the spectacle was watching the shark attack-A certain older 'matchmaker' J hooking her teeth into the hot Irishman who was chatting me up. In rapid fire she asked him serious questions...visa or green card? who do you work under at goldman sachs? where do you live? how long have you been with your girlfriend? So aggressive it was hilarious. The men found it amusing and super indicative of New York. Not that a man like that would ever need to hire a matchmaker...he seemed to have no problem getting the ladies. I think she just wanted to drool up close.
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