Amagansett, NY (Day 2)

My hopes for a slow rise from my slumber were dashed by two things. The skylight glowing brightly in the morning sun and the party group chat doing the same. Today was to have a beach morning, nothing was to stop it. We were roused from our semi-catatonic states at nine to hustle out the door for the beach. A little over an hour later, we made it out the door. Doing anything with a group this large can feel a bit like herding cats. A morning spent relaxing hungover in the sand was a pleasant way to start the day. On the way back to the house I stopped in an old restored coastie station and listened to the docents tell stories of yore's goings-on. Life-saving at sea was a perilous process back in the bad old days. At least they gave you a cool house with a crow's nest.

Back at the house and the group fired up the grill while I set off for the nearby town of Sag Harbor. I popped in for lunch and to wander around. In general, I have not been spending much time alone and this was a welcome bit of solitude on the motorcycle. Back at the house, I helped to set up decorations and blow up balloons. A brief nap and it was time to celebrate again. Dinner happened at Montauk, the town at the very eastern end of the island. Photos at sunset and drinks at a club. We consulted our waiter for places to go dancing. We took his advice and wound up at a good old fashioned, loud, sweaty club. Pleasant, it would not have been if it was regular. Home. Sleep.