Friday- so glad to see you. Bless you for arriving not a second too late...
So check it- it's the end of my weeklong festival of real. I can't think ofanything to bring a gal more back to her true essence than a vacation. With
an ocean. And a cold beer. And a killer tan. Though I live 15 minutes from
what is arguably one of the nicest beaches on this great earth, I miss my
summer jaunts to Montauk. Montauk- jagged, rough surf, and dune filled. How
I love thee. You are the quintessential surf town and perfect in your laid
back chic. I have had some deeply happy weekends there in my time. True, it
is a bit of a journey to get to you from the city but you are worth the
travel to the end of the coastline (and last stop on the Jitney, for that
matter). You are without the typical Hamptons bullshit for the most part.
And for this, I love you. You are REAL to me and inspire me to breathe a bit
deeper and say thank you. The Stones even wrote a song for one of your
landmarks...(Memory Motel. From my fav Stones album. Added bonus). Your backdrop has hosted the likes of Andy and Jackie, and legions of surf
kids, yoginis, and city folk who want to recall a beach experience that is
truly salty and relaxed, yet still has that cool factor. I'm loving the look
of The Surf Lodge and am already planning a summer sojourn there. Yes I know
this spot probably draws quite a scene of so and so's but I care not. Your
décor is just my size. I want to go to there, wearing my husband's button
down over my bathing suit and a vintage panama hat with some old Persols
while summoning the ghost of Bunker Spreckels. I'm speculating the folks at
said lodge make an amazing rum punch or better yet, a wicked bloody mary,
the perfect accompaniment to rock steady and roots on my IPod. I will park myself in
that wicker hanging chair after a Vitamin D soaked day and read a biography
or a novel about India. This summer's bucket list will hopefully be filled
with sand and sunshine daydreams. Being a Cancerian, the sea keeps me
feeling fab, alive, and true. Have a lovely weekend- I seriously can't wait
till July when I fly up north for a little R&R Montauk style. There simply
is no substitute. And that's what's real this Friday afternoon, mon amours.
XO
