It’s kind of hard for me to get out to the Hamptons as much as I would like. I tend to get stuck in NYC on the weekends working different parties. However, this summer I vowed to make a conscious effort to get out east for at least a few weekends. When Mark Baker reached out to me about covering his Ferrari event I was more than ready.
I reached out to a sexy photog friend of mine Chiara Gerek and it was kismet because she was already going to be out there. Then I recruited my friend NY_Doorman to come with to round out the crew and we headed out east.
I get in the car and Doorman decides this is a good time to inform me that ‘The person who taught me to drive is in jail for reckless endangerment.” How this person proceeded to do 80 all the way to the Hamptons, while tweeting the whole time and we both managed to survive is beyond me.
Were like 45 minutes out from the Hamptons and we decide to stop at a gas station to grab some coffee as we are both sleep deprived and cracked out from Friday night. We enter the gas station which has a Dunkin Donuts inside of it and order a coffee.
Doorman checks his/her phone.
Mexican Cashier: That’s a nice phone case. Can I see it?
Doorman: Um.. ok. (Shows him limited edition phone case)
Mexican Cashier: Wow, that’s nice. I have a cool one too check it out.
He pulls out a $5 pleather wallet phone case. Then tries a slick Tom Sawyer move.
Mexican Cashier: Pretty sweet right? Want to trade?
Doorman: I already have a wallet. I think I’ll hold on to this one…
Mexican Cashier: Oh… OK.
Mexican Cashier: I just have to say, I really like you guy’s style and clothes.
Me: Um.. thanks.
Mexican Cashier: I have clothes like that too, but I work too much.
Me: Well then you should try making dressing like this your job. That’s what we did.
Mexican Cashier: I’ll try that thanks.
We hop back in the car still not believing the awkwardness of that exchange. We’re 15 minutes out from the Hamptons when my boy Mike texts me telling me he is out east. I invite him to the party and we decide to meet at Beaumarchais brunch for a drink and head over.
Unfortunately we hit a wall of traffic once we actually get to the Hamptons. It takes us an hour and a half to get there then we sit in two and half hours of traffic on Montauk Highway. At least this forces Doorman to slow down considerably, however compensates for that by tweeting even more and texting people.
We finally arrive at Beaumarchais brunch but it’s pretty dead this week. Michelle Madonna usually hosts on Saturday’s but she’s in Miami for “Swim Week” pushing her Halos. We grab a beer at the bar and watch a sad scene of some middle aged women attempting to dance on tables at a desolate brunch. The staff is great though they try to keep the energy up and pour people shots. The party there is usually good but your going to be slow some times. It’s the nature of the industry.
Some old bitch eye fucks Doorman, he laughs. Mike and I bust his chops about being a “Milf Hunter.” We finish our beers and head to Andrra pretty early. When we get there they are still setting up. We find an outlet to charge our phones before I have an anxiety attack.
It’s a really nice space but what really makes it special is the ridiculous view of the Marina. The Hamptons really doesn’t even feel like New York, it’s just so pretty there. Chiara our photog arrives. We bullshit about nightlife and gossip for a while.
Then I hear this loud rumble approaching. The sound only 30 Ferrari’s purring at once could make. We rush down to the parking lot to witness the spectacle. Mark Baker leads the pack in a 599 GTO. They slowly pull into the parking lot and begin parking in a line in front of the marina. I feel like I’m at a car show. These cars are just so sexy.
Finally Mark hops out and immediately a camera man runs up filming him. He’s either filming a documentary or a reality show. We chat briefly and he exposes NY Doorman’s identity to the camera. Mike and I get a good laugh out of this. So if this ever airs, watch it. You’ll find out who Batman is.
People begin to fill in for dinner. The crowd is good. Very “Hamptons.” Boat shoes, light blazers and sun dresses everywhere. I see Mick Jagger’s ex wife Luciana and son Lucas. Dina Lohan corners my photog in the bathroom and tells her how pretty she is. Page 6 reported a couple day’s later she skipped out on a $2,500 bill. Her publicist denies it but does her family’s name really have any credibility anymore.
We grab a table in the Seaside lounge and order some seafood. We get a bunch of different shit, Tuna Tartare, clams, shrimp cocktail and some crab cakes. We sip on Prosecco and enjoy the view. More gossip ensues.
It’s getting later and a bullhorn goes of signaling the start of the Fireworks show by Grucci. We have a sick view from our table and it’s really nice. These professional fireworks shows are not cheap so The Clamshell Foundation for which the benefit was for, really pulled out all the stops.
Afterwards the whole place pretty much turned into a club. DJ Lee Kait took the music uptempo with a lot of high energy house tracks.
After the show I chat with Mark Baker and the owner Rich Silver to get a few quotes for my GuestofGuest Hamptons coverage. It’s starting to die out so we decide to head to the Social Life Magazine party in Bridgehampton. We literally pull up to it and everyone we know there texts us saying they are leaving. We consider going to Nobu to meet up with Mark but we’re exhausted and on like 2 hours of sleep. I have a boat trip the next day so we call it a night.
It was a great day in the Hamptons and expect more coverage of events there in the future. Stay tuned…
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