I guess the time has come for reality to finally hit the Hamptons. I mean really. Those of us that live here know how tough it can be… I mean just now I had to lift a finger. I was thinking yesterday about how what we need is a serious reality check. Out here, sitting in the Atlantic Ocean — just a barrier for the Connecticut coastline… the tip of the sandbar, if you will. Not unlike the beacon of light that shoots from the Vegas skyline… And then, as it comes to pass–and before I get all existential…because it is Groundhog Day… starring Bill Murray, and I’m in no mood for chitchat–The Jersey Shore is thinking about paying us a visit.
I know.
I didn’t know who they were either until I decided to roll off my pedestal and get a clue.
Because I know the Jersey Shore cast members are all REALITY professionals that will treat the Hamptons like their very own stomping ground… Not having watched MTV in a really long time… and then sitting glued with eyes peeled open in mesmerizing awe… Coming to the realization that there is hope for mental dullness…. in a really REAL way.
We do have things to do here. Maybe that is the attraction.
Hair.
Job’s Lane in Southampton – just oozes SEX.
Because this is America and if you can you will.
And I’m not knocking New Jersey and it’s gorgeous coastline which also had the pleasure of accommodating the cast of The Jersey Shore… so just BACK DOWN JERZZ. All I’m saying is that it makes sense. TONS of REAL SENSE. And while everyone is running around making TONS OF SENSE, those of us that live here will just have to wait. So in the interim, because I’m tired of being rich and famous — you know, because I live in the Hamptons, I’ll be here in my coma of bliss and ignorance.
It is good to know that the chaos remains intact.
