Getting out of the city is half the battle. ‘Masters of the Hamptons’ skillfully depart New York after making quick appearances at a posh Red Hot event Friday night, rolling in with multiple pieces of Prada packed luggage, and then casually slipping out after posing for a few photos around 1:00am. At this point, the Long Island Highway welcomes luxury cars hip with upbeat music to seamlessly, yet cautiously, accelerate away from ‘cement city’ through rarely vacant roads, allowing quick, peaceful arrivals to the passenger’s final destination.
Waking up on aboard the gorgeous yacht, Result, docked in sleepy Sag Harbor Cove Marina is the ‘real deal’ and best way to start a picture perfect weekend in the Hamptons. However, regardless of unobstructed waterfront views and total isolation away from land, no one is safe from frantic early morning calls with Saturday Hampton goers, strategically planning intense social itineraries while driving 5 m.p.h. in bumper-to-bumper traffic; most coordinating sleeping arrangements in any one of the countless jam-packed rental houses sprinkled throughout Long Island.
It’s difficult to conceptualize that someone would travel to a gorgeous place and overlook flawless accessible beaches, acres of green farmlands, and multiple quaint villages all awaiting visitor’s adornment. Spending time configuring RSVP’s to fancy, personally profitable networking events is completely ‘missing the plot’. Its here that attendees showcase their fabulousness while making shallow chit-chat with new and most likely one time ‘meet and greet’ friends of equal fabulous status. Doesn’t the perfect day consist of sinking your body into the sand while absorbing addictive ocean sounds of the crashing waves, or sipping wine with close friends at a Hampton estate, taking frequent dips in the pool?
You would think people of privilege could conceptualize a simple realization that they are in the midst of a natural haven with infinite means of innocent fun, all at their fingertips. Media does play a part by molding influential minds, glorifying the rich and famous to live glamorous, perfect lives. Massive quantities of glossy Hampton magazines strategically displayed curbside are beautifully written, yet at the same time ineffectively portraying a falsified way to experience this once exclusive enclave. Wanderers anxiously wait in stagnant long lines outside exclusive hot Hampton clubs that pound excessively loud music in order to get a sweet taste of this ‘glam-ified lifestyle’… might as well have stayed in the city.