Pastels, market updates , and connecticut lockjaw
You guessed it-im headed to the hamptons. I got up at 6am to go hangout with the people I usually try to avoid in NYC. The designer shades, vineyard vines totes, and talk of market news/stock quotes on this LIRR train is all a little overwhelming. Its only 8:45 in the morning, the dudes sitting behind us are playing some sort of really loud game, and “Pretty in Pink” as I have so aptly named the obnoxious dude sitting two rows in front of me is presently reading the Journal aloud. Really??!! How bout you shut the fuck up??!! Do these people have no sense of volume control or do they just think whatever the fuck they’re saying is THAT important?? News flash Preppy: I don’t care how big your house is, I don’t care about your “fund” or your hostel takeover of the fund, I don’t care about your end of summer travel plans (or the credit card miles you’re using to finance that travel), and I’m presently praying we don’t run into one another again this weekend or otherwise in life. You are boring and a tool and if you say dude one more time, I might punch you. Is it too much to ask that at some point this weekend I run into a few normal, attractive, boys who speak at a reasonable volume and want to take me out on dates? I’m beginning to think yes. T-23 days till labor day…
