I will miss the Aimee Mann concert tonight because I’ll be packing. I ought to have packed for the Hamptons last night, but I was too busy unpacking my intestines on the bowl all night. Naturally, you’re thinking "TMI, Stephanie!" Then you’re thinking, "Geez, whadya have for dins?" This is what I made for dinner. This is not the cause. Thanks to my office pal Steve who picked me up a blocked artery sandwich for lunch from Café Ziya: American cheese, egg salad (with gobs of mayo), bacon, and a gratuitous sliver of tomato for color flanked by lots of buttered up white bread. I get a cramp just thinking about it.
So another weekend (allbeit long: I leave tonight! So no new entries until Monday night) in the Hamptons, Sagaponick to be precise. While there I plan to wear sunscreen and avoid sitting by the pool without alcohol. I will work the novel. I will finish the father’s day gift. I will bring the first season of The Office on DVD incase it rains. I will do something involving socks, which always means sneakers. I will digest the seasons “must haves” with the turn of each glossy magazine page. I will finish reading The Joy Diet by Martha Beck. I will make new friends and adore the old. I will eat lobster and oysters. I will have a banana drink with a rum shot on top from Cyrils. I will have another. I will photograph the charm, and try to avoid the lines and velvet ropes. I will wear flip flops instead of heels. I will cook like a fiend… I will stay on my diet… I will avoid mayonaise and bacon.