**Disclaimer:  This post might seem a bit pretentious, but it is NOT how I live my day-to-day life…yet**

One of my oldest friends, who moved up here about a month ago for a 7 month architecture internship, was invited out to the Hamptons for the holiday weekend.  He was asked by an older gay {power} couple, one of whom is a partner in a neighboring architecture firm.  Someone else was supposed to accompany them as well, but he was unable to join, so they told my bf to invite a friend so he’d have someone to hang out with.  The lucky person was ME!!  The three of them headed out Friday evening, but since I work on Saturdays, I was unable to leave until early the next afternoon.  I felt very Sex and The City, taking the Jitney out to East Hampton.  The bus ride was pretty uneventful, although a cute boy took the seat next to me.  We didn’t really say much to each other, but a few moments after I started playing soduku, he pulled out his blackberry and started playing as well.  I could have foraged conversation from this, but was feeling shy.  He wasn’t talking either.  Oh well.  Anyways, moving right along…

I got off at my stop, and a few minutes later, an audi pulls up and the bf hops out.  The weekend had begun.  We swung by the grocery store so they could grab ingredients for dinner, then proceeded to the house.  It was a gorgeous 2 story country home, complete with hydranges in the front yard and back by the pool.  I dropped my things in one of the guest rooms, then settled down on a plush L-shaped sofa on the patio, and was greeted only moments later by a stout margarita on the rocks.  I felt like I was at a resort, and it was only the beginning.  The bf, me, and one of the men enjoyed conversation, drinks, and brie while the other one whipped up crabcakes and filet mignon.  After a while, the one conversing with us got up to start setting the table.  All the while, I kept asking if they needed help with anything, but they kept telling me to just sit back and relax.  I realized that they truly enjoyed entertaining… and I enjoyed being on the receiving end.  We enjoyed a delicious evening and just chatted about all sorts of different things.  The two of them were very easy to converse with and the dynamic of the group was great.  After dinner, they made shots of espresso, then we all had some port with our dessert.  Talk about the life of leisure.

The next day, one of the hosts took the bf and me to Main Beach (passing Martha Stewart’s gigantic house on the way), where it was laden with families and the most gorgeous lifeguards I’ve ever seen.  There weren’t any young men to check out really, but I didn’t mind, since my main goal was to FINALLY get a tan and take a nap.  The water was a bit too chilly for swimming, so aside from cooling off a couple times, I stayed on the sand.  After a few hours, we decided to head back to the house, and saw several cars in the driveway as we pulled up.  We walked around to the back and I felt like I walked in on the group of gays who made this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ezfk7s1NyY

There were 5 of them, some speedo-clad, sipping pina coladas and lounging out and in the pool.  Story of my life; me and the gays (I love it!).  This led to another hour or two of sun time and basically just laughing at all the random conversations they were having.  Fast forward an hour or so, and the four of us drove down to the harbor where they keep their boat so we could go for a sunset joyride.  The weather was perfect, the sunset was perfect, and all the while, it just felt pretty surreal.  How lucky was I to be invited on such a fabu getaway?  After the sun was down, we headed back home to have lobsters.  Four live lobsters were crawling around in the sink… yuck! …and not long later, dropped into boiling water.  I spent this time watching the Alejandro video on repeat with the bf.  Dinner, wine, and apple pie were consumed, then bed… no fireworks, but a pretty fucking fabulous 4th.

The last day was super chill, with about three hours of pool time then showering and having lunch.  We headed back to the city somewhat early in hopes of beating traffic, but it appeared that everyone else had our same idea.  I had no complaints, as I would’ve been sitting in the same mess on a bus, not in a comfortable, sweet car.  We got back into the city, bid farewell to David (his bf stayed behind since he took the week off work), and headed on home to my 7th floor walk-up…

Apparently I made a good impression, because he invited me to his birthday party this upcoming weekend, at The Standard hotel’s bar, The Boom Boom Room… a place that I’ve wanted to check out for a while now, but haven’t exactly been able to pocket the $15 for a cocktail.  At any rate, should be a great time!  I definitely need more people like this in my life. :)

I’ve been back at work for three days now, so the high’s nearly worn off, but maybe I’ll get an invite for Labor Day weekend- fingers crossed!!