Our visit to the Hamptons earlier this month consisted of an eventful day in which not much happened.
Gray and dreary, we decided to make the two-hour drive from Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, to Southampton anyway. About 40 miles from our destination, Edith said she had to go potty. As we were attempting to find a restroom, she puked all over herself, the car seat and the inside of the car itself. It was the first time she had ever been sick.
We cleaned her and the seat off as best we could on a side road, changed her clothes and spent our first two hours in the Hamptons at a Laundromat. Talk about sophisticated, right?
(For what it's worth, she didn't really need to go to the bathroom until we got there, and never felt or got sick the entire rest of the trip.)
It was 2 p.m. by the time everything was washed and dried. Downtrodden, we ate at the nearby Sip 'n Soda dinette, which was on my to-do list anyway. My cheddar sandwich with avocado, bacon and tomato on toasted bread was even better than it sounds, although at that point anything would have tasted amazing. Paul got a lime ricky, which he said was at once both too sweet and too sour.
We gawked at the giant houses -- mostly guarded by giant shrubs -- from the car on our way to Coopers Beach. The beach was once voted the best in America, although that was hard to see on such a day. Just a handful of people were there to take in the views, and there was certainly no one swimming. In fact, the giant crashing waves may have been because a hurricane was thought to be a few days away from New York at the time. It was pretty though.
After taking in the views, we drove around a bit and then made the drive back -- three hours, thanks to traffic. So for those keeping score:
- 2-hour drive there (10 a.m. - noon)
- 2 hours doing laundry (noon - 2 p.m.)
- 2 hours there (2-4 p.m.)
- 3-hour drive back (4-7 p.m.)
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